"Why, Captain Woodhouse—how jolly!—To see you again after"
She put out her hand with a free gesture of comradeship.
Captain Woodhouse did not see the girl's hand. He was looking into her eyes coldly, aloofly.
"I beg your pardon, but aren't you mistaken?"
"Mistaken?" The girl was staring at him, mystified.
"I'm afraid I have not had the pleasure of meeting you," he continued evenly. "But if I can be of service—now"
She shrugged her shoulders and turned away from him.
"A small matter. I owe this man twenty shillings, and he will not accept French paper. It's all I have."
Woodhouse took the note from her.
"I'll take it gladly—perfectly good." He took some money from his pocket and looked at it. Then, to Almer: "I say, can you split a crown?"
"Change for you in a minute, sir—the to-
