and his wife had railroad stocks. When they came to New York, once or twice a year, they took a furnished apartment, entertained and were entertained for a month or so, rushed their luggage back to the steamer and sailed for home, perfectly satisfied with themselves and—the markets.     

       Quentin looked upon Lord Bob's invitation as a sporting proposition. This would not be the first time he had taken a steamer on twenty-four hours'       notice. The one question was accommodation, and a long acquaintance with the agent helped him to get passage where others would have failed.     

       So it happened that the next morning Turk was unpacking things in Mr. Quentin's cabin and establishing relations with the bath steward.     

  

       III. PRINCE UGO     

       Several days out from New York found the weather fine and Lord Saxondale's party enjoying life thoroughly. Dickey and the capricious Lady Jane were bright or squally with charming uncertainty. Lady Jane, Lord Bob's sister, certainly was not in love with Mr. Savage, and he was too indolent to give his side of the case continuous thought. Dimly he realized, and once lugubriously admitted, that he was not quite heartwhole, but he had not reached a positive understanding with himself.     

       “How do they steer the ship at night when it is so cloudy they can't see the north star?” she asked, as they leaned over the rail one afternoon. Her pretty face was very serious, and there was a philosophical pucker on her brow.     

       “With a rudder,” he answered, laconically.     

       “How very odd!” she said, with a malicious gleam in her eyes. “You are as wonderfully well-informed concerning the sea as you are on all other subjects. How good it must seem to be so awfully intelligent.”      

       “It isn't often that I find anyone who asks really intelligent questions, you know, Lady Jane. Your profound quest for knowledge forced my dormant intellect into action, and I remembered that a ship invariably has a rudder or something like that.”      

       “I see it requires the weightiest of questions to arouse your intellect.”        The wind was blowing the stray hairs ruthlessly across her face and she looked 

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