"His nose. Do you not notice how red it was?"
"Yes, but I thought it might be some humor."
"It was colored by whisky, I think. I know topers in New York who have noses exactly like his. You may depend upon it that he has your purse. I hope there wasn't much in it."
"Only about five dollars. Generally the loss would not inconvenience me, but as it is--" and she looked anxious.
"If--if I can be of any service," stammered Mark, "I hope you won't mind saying so. I can lend you five dollars."
The young lady looked grateful, but seemed in doubt as to whether she ought to accept the offer.
"I don't know whether I ought to accept such an offer from a young gentleman--" she said hesitating.
"I am a _very_ young gentleman," said Mark smiling. "I am only sixteen!"
"That is true, and it does make a difference. Are you sure you can spare the money for a day or two."
"Are you related to Mrs. Arabella Loring of Cleveland?"
The young lady looked very much surprised.
"She is my mother," she replied. "But how in the world do you know of her?"
He felt that it wouldn't be wise to mention the commission, or let any one know that he had a diamond ring in charge.
"Are you going directly to Cleveland, Miss Loring?"
"Yes, but about thirty miles this side I have a young niece at a boarding school. She will join me on the train, and will expect me to pay her railroad fare. But for that, the loss of the money would have entailed no inconvenience."
Mark drew from his pocket book a five-dollar bill and passed it to Miss Loring.
"But how can I return this to you?" she asked.
"I will call at your house. I am going to Cleveland also."
She took out a small card and tendered it to Mark. On it was inscribed:
Miss Florence Loring. No. 1001-1/2 Euclid Avenue.
"Inquire for me when you call!" she said.
"It seems so strange that you should know my mother," she continued evidently feeling curious.
"You will know in time," he said. "If we were alone I would tell you now."
Here there was a stop at some station, and a shabby and dirty-looking man entered the car. There was but one seat vacant, the one next to Florence Loring.
"I thought," he said apologetically, "you might prefer me to the man who has just entered the car."
"By all means," she answered with a bright smile. "I prefer you also to the clerical gentleman who rode with me earlier."
