Perhaps he was the fellow traveler of whom I had dreamed.
"You said he was a major, Mr.Ephrinell ?" "Yes, a doctor in the Russian army, and they call him Major Noltitz." Evidently the American was some distance ahead of me, and yet he was not a reporter by profession.
As the rolling was not yet very great, we could dine in comfort.
Ephrinell chatted with Miss Horatia Bluett, and I understood that there was an understanding between these two perfectly Anglo-Saxon natures.
In fact, one was a traveler in teeth and the other was a traveler in hair.

Miss Horatia Bluett represented an important firm in London, Messrs.

Holmes-Holme, to whom the Celestial Empire annually exports two millions of female heads of hair.

She was going to Pekin on account of the said firm, to open an office as a center for the collection of the Chinese hair crop.

It seemed a promising enterprise, as the secret society of the Blue Lotus was agitating for the abolition of the pigtail, which is the emblem of the servitude of the Chinese to the Manchu Tartars.