"I beg your pardon," he said, tantalizingly.

"When did he give it you?"

"Who?"

"The porter, sir."

"You have no right to question me," he said.

"Oh!" she gasped. "I did not mean to be inquisitive."

"But I grant the right. He gave it me inside of two hours after
I first entered the car."

"At Denver?"

"How do you know I got on at Denver?'

"Why, you passed me in the aisle with your luggage. Don't you
remember?"

Did he remember! His heart almost turned over with the joy of
knowing that she had really noticed and remembered him.
Involuntarily his glad fingers closed down upon the gloved hand
that lay beneath them.

"I believe I do remember, now that you speak of it," he said, in
a stifled voice. "You were standing at a window?"