"My God! This is my fortune! Bravo, Justine!" cried Hawke, "True and quickwitted.

I now hold Berthe Louison in my hand." He read the words--"Andrew Fraser, St.Agnes' Road, St.Heliers, Jersey." The dispatch was headed Brindisi, and signed "Justine." "A man might do worse than marry a woman as true and keen as that," smiled Hawke.

"I am a devil for luck!" And then he gayly drank Justine's health, in silence, when he joined the amorous Abercromby at the table.
But the "devil for luck" did not know of a little scene at Brindisi, where the blushing Nadine Johnstone hid her face in her friend's bosom.
"It is my life, my very existence, Justine!" she pleaded.

"I will never forget you; we are both women, and my heart will break if you refuse!" And thus Justine Delande had learned at last of Nadine's easy victory over the frank-hearted cousin's prudence.
"What's the wrong--to tell her ?" he had mused, under the spell of the loving eyes.

"We go straight through, and I am in charge till my father takes her out of my hands! Poor girl, it will be a grim enough life with him.