One evening the count and Miss Ferguson were sitting at supper at Delmonico's. At a table near by sat a gentleman, who watched the young couple with curious attention. He rose finally and approached them.
"Miss Ferguson, I believe," he said.
"Yes, sir."
"I don't know if you remember me, but I dined at your father's house one evening in February. My name is Stanwood."
"I remember you now, Mr. Stanwood. Let me make you acquainted with Count Cattelli."
"I am honored," said Stanwood with a curious smile.
"This lady is my affianced bride," said the count,
"Indeed! I congratulate you. By the way, haven't I met you before?"
"If you have been in Italy, sare. I am Count Cattelli of Milan."
Stanwood smiled slightly, and returned to his own table.