letter before him.

"What I like about her is her quiet ways," suggested Deulin,
tentatively.

"Yes."

Then they lapsed into silence, while Cartoner thought of his letter.
Deulin, to judge from a couple of sharp sighs which caught him unawares,
must have been thinking of Netty Cahere. At length the Frenchman rose
and took his leave, making an appointment to dine with Cartoner that
evening.

Out in the street he took off his hat to high heaven again.

"More lies!" he murmured, humbly.




IX

THE SAND-WORKERS

At the foot of the steep and narrow Bednarska--the street running down
from the Cracow Faubourg to the river--there are always many workers.
It is here that the bathing-houses and the boat-houses are. Here lie the
steamers that ply slowly on the shallow river. Here, also, is a trade in
timber where from time to time one of the smaller rafts that float from
the Carpathians down to Dantzic is moored and broken up. Here, also, are