l'amie inconnue 295 ed to me) most superfluous politeness, he flung open the door of my compartment, and ushered in " — a young and lovely lady!" I muttered to myself with some bitterness. "And this is, of course, the opening scene of Vol. I. She is the Heroine. And / am one of those subordinate charac- ters that only turn up when needed for the development of her destiny, and whose final appearance is outside the church, waiting to greet the Happy Pair!" "Yes, my lady, change at Fayfield," were the next words I heard (oh that too obsequious Guard!), "next station but one." And the door closed, and the lady settled down into her corner, and the monotonous throb of the engine (making one feel as if the train were some gigantic mon- ster, whose very circulation we could feel) proclaimed that we were once more speeding on our way. "The lady had a perfectly formed nose," I caught myself saying to myself, "hazel eyes, and lips " and here it occurred to me that to see, for myself, what "the lady" was really like, would be more satisfactory than much speculation. I looked round cautiously, and — was entirely disap- pointed of my hope. The veil, which shrouded her whole face, was too thick for me to see more than the glitter of bright eyes and the hazy outline of what might be a love- ly oval face, but might also, unfortunately, be an equally MtiXovtly one. I closed my eyes again, saying to myself " — couldn't have a better chance for an experiment in Telepathy! Ill thin out her face, and afterwards test the portrait with the original." At first, no result at all crowned my eflforts, though I "divided my swift mind," now hither, now thither, in a way that I felt sure would have made iEneas green with envy: but the dimly-seen oval remained as provokingly blank as ever — a mere Ellipse, as if in some mathematical diagram, without even the Foci that might be made to do
