“Yes, if you feel up to it,” she answered. “It is a delightful day, and you know I want to hear all about it.”

Towards the middle of the morning, Barth sought the Lady.

“Really, it is none of my affair; but what is the girl thinking of?” he demanded.

The Lady’s mind chanced to be upon the problem involved in a departing waitress.

“What girl?” she asked blankly.

“Miss Howard.”

“What is the matter with Miss Howard now?”

“I don’t know. What can she be thinking of, to go for a walk with a man in his condition?” he expostulated.

“Whose condition?”

“That French Catholic, Mr. St. Jacques.”