the understanding of the Englishman and the American. As he reckoned it over in the settled glory of the sunlight, he smiled jubilantly at the expectant girl beside him.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Oh, I was just thinking about the English in general," he said, "and most particularly of the especial gorgeousness of my Englishman."
"Oh; Mr. Dunneston?" the girl encouraged.
"Yes; that is, I think that's his name."
"Why, don't you know his name?" the girl asked, puzzled. "I thought you said you had been travelling with him for eight days."
"I have—in which period I have elicited everything else and was just reaching the name. I thought you knew," Preston smiled, "that as the name is the first thing one finds from an American, it's the last from an Englishman. But as I got it from his luggage last week and have been calling him by it ever since, I suspect he will feel confidential enough
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