t for a particle of sense。〃
〃 What did you do？ 〃 she asked in a sepulchral voice。
〃 Well；〃 said the professor； in a burning defiance； 〃 I'll tell you what I did。 I went to Coleman and told him that once…as he of course knew…I had re… fused his marriage with my daughter； but that now…〃
〃 Grrr；〃 said Mrs。 Wainwright。
〃 But that now…〃 continued the professor； 〃 I retracted that refusal。〃
〃 Mercy on us！ 〃 cried Mrs。 Wainwright； throwing herself back in the chair。 〃 Mercy on us！ What fools men are！〃
〃 Now； wait a minute…〃 But Mrs。 Wainwright began to croon： 〃 Oh； if Marjory should hear of this！ Oh； if she should hear of it！ just let her。 Hear…〃
〃 But she must not；〃 cried the professor； tigerishly。 just you dare！ 〃 And the woman saw before her a man whose eyes were lit with a flame which almost expressed a temporary hatred。
The professor had left Coleman so abruptly that the correspondent found himself murmuring half。 coherent gratitude to the closed door of his room。 Amazement soon began to be mastered by exultation。 He flung himself upon the brandy and soda and nego… tiated a strong glass。 Pacing。 the room with nervous steps； he caught a vision of himself in a tall mirror。 He halted before it。 〃 Well； well；〃 he said。 〃 Rufus； you're a grand man。 There is not your equal anywhere。 You are a great； bold； strong player； fit to sit down to a game with the …best。〃
A moment later it struck him that he had appropriated too much。 If the professor had paid him a visit and made a wonderful announcement； he； Coleman； had not been the engine of it。 And then he enunciated clearly something in his mind which； even in a vague form； had been responsible for much of his early elation。 Marjory herself had compassed this thing。 With shame he rejected a first wild and preposterous idea that she had sent her father to him。 He reflected that a man who for an instant could conceive such a thing was a natural…born idiot。 With an equal feeling； he rejected also an idea that she could have known anything of her father's purpose。 If she had known of his purpose； there would have been no visit。
What； then； was the cause？ Coleman soon decided that the professor had witnessed some demonstration of Marjory's emotion which had been sufficiently severe in its character to force him to the extraordinary visit。 But then this also was wild and preposterous。 That coldly beautiful goddess would not have given a demonstration of emotion over Rufus Coleman sufficiently alarming to have forced her father on such an errand。 That was impossible。 No； he was wrong； Marjory even indirectly； could not be connected with the visit。 As he arrived at this decision； the enthusiasm passed out of him and he wore a doleful； monkish face。
〃Well； what； then； was the cause？〃 After eliminating Marjory from the discussion waging in his mind； he found it hard to hit upon anything rational。 The only remaining theory was to the effect that the professor； having a very high sense of the correspond。 ent's help in the escape of the Wainwright party； had decided that the only way to express his gratitude was to revoke a certain decision which he now could see had been unfair。 The retort to this theory seemed to be that if the professor had had such a fine conception of the services rendered by Coleman； he had had ample time to display his appreciation on the road to Arta and on the road down from Arta。 There was no necessity for his waiting until their arrival in Athens。 It was impossible to concede that the professor's emotion could be anew one； if he had it now； he must have had it in far stronger measure directly after he had been hauled out of danger。
So； it may be seen that after Coleman had eliminated Marjory from the discussion that was waging in his mind； he had practically succeeded in eliminating the professor as well。 This； he thought； mournfully； was eliminating with a vengeance。 If he dissolved all the factors he could hardly proceed。
The mind of a lover moves in a circle； or at least on a more circular course than other minds； some of which at times even seem to move almost in a straight line。 Presently； Coleman was at the point where he bad started； and he did not pause until he reached that theory which asserted that the professor had been inspired to his visit by some sight or knowledge of Marjory in distress。 Of course； Coleman was wistfully desirous of proving to himself the truth of this theory。
The palpable agitation of the professor during the interview seemed to support it。 If he had come on a mere journey of conscience； he would have hardly appeared as a white and trembling old； man。 But then； said Coleman； he himself probably exaggerated this idea of the professor's appearance。 It might have been that he was only sour and distressed over the performance of a very disagreeable duty。
The correspondent paced his room and smoked。 Sometimes he halted at the little table where was the brandy and soda。 He thought so hard that sometimes it seemed that Marjory had been to him to propose marriage； and at other times it seemed that there had been no visit from any one at all。
A desire to talk to somebody was upon him。 He strolled down stairs and into the smoking and reading rooms； hoping to see a man he knew； even if it were Coke。 But the only occupants were two strangers； furiously debating the war。 Passing the minister's room； Coleman saw that there was a light within； and he could not forbear knocking。 He was bidden to enter； and opened the door upon the minister； care… fully reading his Spectator fresh from London。 He looked up and seemed very glad。 〃How are you？〃 he cried。 〃I was tremendously anxious to see you； do you know！ I looked for you to dine with me to…night； but you were not down？〃 〃No ； I had a great deal of work。〃
〃 Over the Wainwright affair？ By the way； I want you to accept my personal thanks for that work。 In a week more I would have gone demented and spent the rest of my life in some kind of a cage； shaking the bars and howling out State Department messages about the Wainwrights。 You see； in my territory there are no missionaries to get into trouble； and I was living a life of undisturbed and innocent calm； ridiculing the sentiments of men from Smyrna and other interesting towns who maintained that the diplomatic service was exciting。 However； when the Wainwright party got lost； my life at once became active。 I was all but helpless； too； which was the worst of it。 I suppose Terry at Constantinople must have got grandly stirred up； also。 Pity he can't see you to thank you for saving him from probably going mad。 By the way；〃 he added； while looking keenly at Coleman； 〃 the Wainwrights don't seem to be smothering you with gratitude？ 〃
〃 Oh； as much as I deserve…sometimes more；〃 answered Coleman。 〃 My exploit was more or less of a fake； you know。 I was between the lines by accident； or through the efforts of that blockhead of a dragoman。 I didn't intend it。 And then； in the night； when we were waiting in the road because of a fight； they almost bunked into us。 That's all。〃
〃They tell it better；〃 said the minister； severely。 〃 Especially the youngsters。〃
〃Those kids got into a high old fight at a town up there beyond Agrinion。 Tell you about that； did they？ I thought not。 Clever kids。 You have noted that there are signs of a few bruises and scratches？〃 〃 Yes； but I didn't ask…〃 〃 Well； they are from the fight。 It seems the people took us for Germans； and there was an awful palaver； which ended in a proper and handsome shindig。 It raised the town； I tell you。〃
The minister sighed in mock despair。 〃 Take these people home； will you ？ Or at any rate； conduct them out of the field of my responsibility。 Now； they would like Italy immensely； I am sure。〃
Coleman laughed； and they smoked for a time。
〃 That's a charming girl…Miss Wainwright；〃 said the minister； musingly。 〃And what a beauty！ It does my exiled eyes good to see her。 I suppose all those youngsters are madly in love with her ？ I don't see how they could help it。〃
〃 Yes；〃 said Coleman； glumly。 〃 More than half of them。〃
The minister seemed struck with a sudden thought。 〃 You ought to try to win that splendid prize yourself。 The rescuer ！ Perseus！ What more fitting？ 〃
Coleman answered calmly： 〃Well * * * I think I'll take your advice。〃
CHAPTER XXVIII。
THE next morning Coleman awoke with a sign of a resolute decision on his face； as if it had been a development of his sleep。 He would see Marjory as soon as possible； see her despite any barbed…wire entanglements which might be placed in the way by her mother； whom he regarded as his strenuous enemy。 And he would ask Marjory's hand in the presence of all Athens if it became necessary。
He sat a long time at his breakfast in order to see the Wainwrights enter the dining room； and as he was about to surrender to the will of time； they came in； the professor placid and self…satisfied； Mrs。 Wainwright worried and injured and Marjory cool； beautiful； serene。 If there had been any kind of a storm there was no trace of it on the white brow of the girl。 Coleman studied her closely but furtively while his mind spun around his circle of speculation。 Finally he noted the waiter who was observing him with a pained air as if it was on the tip of his tongue to ask this guest if he was going to remain at breakfast forever。 Coleman passed out to the reading room where upon the table a multitude of great red guide books were crushing the fragile magazines of London and Paris。 On the walls were various depressing maps with the name of a tourist agency luridly upon them； and there were also some pictures of hotels with their rates…in francs…printed beneath。 The room was cold； dark； empty； with the trail of the tourist upon it。
Coleman went to the picture of a hotel in Corfu and stared at it precisely as if he was interested。 He was standing before it when he heard Marjory's voice just without the door。 〃All right！ I'll wait。〃 He did not move for the reason that the hunter moves not when the unsuspecting deer approaches his hiding place。 She entered rather quickly and was well toward the centre of the room before she perceived Coleman。 〃 Oh；〃 she said and stopped。 Then she spoke the immortal sente