messenger. These arrived promptly, and I studied them carefully until
nearly train time, getting all the facts firmly implanted in my mind.
Then, my heart beating somewhat faster than usual, I took cab to the
depot, more deeply interested I fear in again meeting Mrs. Bernard,
than in the adventure itself. We met beneath the grim shadow of the
train shed.




CHAPTER X

AT THE PLANTATION

The events of the day had changed her greatly. At first, as she came
toward me through the crowd near the gate, holding out a neatly gloved
hand, I could scarcely realise that this well-dressed, soft-voiced lady
was the homeless creature I had consorted with the night before. Her
eyes laughingly challenged mine, while the hours since had given her
back perfect control.

"So you did not even know me," she said pleasantly. "Oh, but you did
not--you were passing by when I spoke. Don't apologize, for really I
take it as the highest compliment. You are wonderfully improved
yourself. If I had ever doubted your claim to having been well born I
would realize the truth now. That is something not easily
counterfeited."

"And something evidently you need never try to counterfeit," I added,
forgetful of our peculiar relations, as I gazed at the arch face under