For a moment her pulse throbbed wildly.

She felt a thrill of pleasure, not unmingled with a twinge of the resentment which she had been nursing for the last few days.

Then she walked calmly in his direction, saying to herself,-- "At least, I will thank him for his kindness.

I am no love-lorn peasant maid wearing my heart upon my sleeve!" She had nearly reached his side, though he was unaware of her presence, when the young English officer approached from the other side and, slapping him familiarly upon the shoulder, exclaimed,-- "Well, Mainwaring, my boy, you've kept your sea-legs well on this trip." The tall, dark-eyed man withdrew, and Miss Carleton, utterly bewildered, turned and slowly retraced her steps.

Mainwaring! What did it mean?
She heard the name distinctly, and he had taken it as a matter of course, replying pleasantly and quietly, as though he had known no other name.