But there is something exceedingly refreshing in your society, especially for one who, like me, has run the gauntlet of ambition and emotion."
"One good turn deserves another," remarked his companion. "I frankly admit that your society is agreeable to me. While you are a politician, you never fail to admit the truth. But I cannot let you go with me. I am on a mission of mercy."
"That spoils all of good you previously said," insisted Connors. "Do you think that in the whirl of politics, I have lost all heart, and so am unfitted to be your companion, upon a deed of goodness?"
"No, I do not think so ill of you, but I am going to see one whom we both knew when the world was at her feet. To see us together might bring deeper pain to her troubled soul."
"Your mission," he said, with deep interest, "is no secret to me. I am here on the same errand. I just met Doane, who was bent on visiting her, with the idea of vengeance."
"Then you may go with me," she assented, "and perhaps together we may smooth over the roughness of Doane's contemptible behavior. But you must agree in advance to back up all I say. Come, we will go together."
As they approached the house of Ouida, Connors began to think very seriously that Olivia would make a charming life companion, and resolved, then and there, to further cultivate so sweet and strong a personality.
They entered the lodging together, and were more than cordially greeted by Ouida and Horatio.
