Certainly there was the plain announcement among the arrivals of "His Excellency Paul Hathaway, Lord Lieutenant-Governor of the Californias." A light flashed upon him.
"This is George's work.

He and Colonel Pendleton were here with me last night." "Then you have seen the colonel already ?" she said, with a scarcely perceptible alteration of expression, which, however, struck Paul.
"Yes.

I met him at the theatre last evening." He was about to plunge into an animated description of the colonel's indignation, but checked himself, he knew not why.

But he was thankful the next moment that he had.
"That accounts for everything," she said, lifting her pretty shoulders with a slight shrug of weariness.

"I had to put a step to George's talking about ME three months ago,--his extravagance is something TOO awful.