Reflecting on this during his three days' journey down to Sydney, it was thus that he resolved,--forgetting altogether in his meditations the renewed force of the woman's charms upon himself.
As he went from the railway station at Sydney to the third-class inn at which he located himself, he saw the hoardings on all sides placarded with the name of Mademoiselle Cettini.

And there was a picture on some of these placards of a wonderful female, without much clothes, which was supposed to represent some tragic figure in a tableau.

There was the woman whom he was to make his wife.

He had travelled all night, and had intended to seek Mrs.Smith immediately after his breakfast.

But so unhappy was he, so much disgusted by the tragic figure in the picture, that he postponed his visit and went after his luggage.