He crossed the lawn beside Margaret, indeed, with the air and assurance

of a magnificent peacock. He was perhaps a shade less over-dressed than

when she had seen him last, but there was an astonishing lustre about

everything he wore, and even his almond-shaped eyes were bright almost

to vulgarity; but though he tired the sight, as a peacock does in the

sun, it was impossible not to watch him.

'What a handsome man Logotheti is!' exclaimed a Roumanian poetess, who

was there.

'What an awful cad!' observed a fastidious young American to the

English officer who was still on his way to India, and was very

comfortable at Mrs. Rushmore's.

The Englishman looked at Logotheti attentively for nearly half a minute

before he answered.

'No,' he said quietly. 'That man is not a cad, he is simply a rich

Oriental, dressed up in European clothes. I've met that sort before,

and they are sometimes nasty customers. That fellow is as strong as a

horse and as quick as a cat.' Meanwhile the Greek and Margaret reached a seat near the little pond

and sat down. She did not know that he had watched every one of her

movements with as much delight as if Psyche, made whole and alive, had

been walking beside him. He had not seemed to look at her at all, and

he did not begin the conversation by making her compliments.

'I should have left a card on Mrs. Rushmore the day after I met you,'

he began in a rather apologetic tone, 'but I was not quite sure that

she knew about your visit to our friend, and she might have asked who I

was and where you had met me. Besides, as she is an American, she would

have thought I was trying to scrape acquaintance.' 'Hardly that. But you did quite right,' Margaret answered. 'Thank you.' He was tactful. She leaned back a little in the corner of the seat and

looked at him with an air of curiosity, wondering why everything he had

said and done so far had pleased her so much better than his

appearance. She was always expecting him to say something blatant or to

do something vulgar, mainly because he wore such phenomenal ties and

such gorgeous pins. To-day he displayed a ruby of astonishing size and

startling colour. She was sure that it must be real, because he was so

rich, but she had never known that rubies could be so big except in a

fairy story. The tie was knitted of the palest mauve, shot with green

and gold threads.




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