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A Moonlight Walk. 15 turned it over and read the number of the card and.the name of the photographer on the back. Should he place it in her hands at once? It would seem a good oppor- tunity for addressing her, but Aylmer decided that the right moment for so deing had not yet arrived. He had no wish to be treated in the same frigid style as the gen- tleman of the bread incident; he would wait his time, and meantime place the portrait on the seat where its owner had been sitting. Meanwhile he could not wait until he got home be- fore writing to the provincial photographer, whose ad- dress he had mentally registered. Quitting the Museum, he struck into Oxford street, and ordering lunch, and pen, ink and paper, at the nearest restaurant, he requested the man to send, in return for the P. O. O. inciosed the portrait of Miss Phyllis Knight, of which he gave the number, and to inform him whether he had taken any other pictures of the lady. Once this letter was stamped and posted, Aylmer returned to the study of art in the highest spirits. "The Hermes Gallery appeared deserted, save for the curator dozing over his wand in his seat in the corner. The luncheon hour was, as a rule, devoted to sandwiches and strolling visits. ‘The afternoon was hot and inducive to indolence. But before one easel a tall, charming figure stood, with her back to Aylmer, her hands clasped behind her, her fair head a little inclined to one side, considering the work before her; and with a strong inclination to laugh, Aylmer realized that the girl in blue serge was criticising his attempts to draw the “Clytie.” | The gallery was perfectly still and quiet. Aylmer ad- vanced slowly and softly, and the girl in blue thought she was alone, save for the sleeping curator. As she con- templated Mr. Read’s attempt to reproduce the Clytie’s features, her sense of humor overcame her; she burst into EOMmiGdoo <S (S@)