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It was at the New York side of the ferry that a shrouded female joined them, and it was at the Hoboken side of the river that a be-goggled young man was added unto her. The bride rushed through the formula of introduction: a readjustment of dress-suit cases and miniature trunks was effected, and the disguise which the bridegroom had predicted was complete. The most romantic onlooker would not have suspected them of concealing a honeymoon about them.

It was nearly six o’clock when at last they reached their destination, the little town of Rapidan, in New Jersey, and stopped before the Empress Hotel. Hawley had visited Rapidan once before, as a member of his college glee club, and he had recalled it instantly when Mead’s disfigurement made sequestration imperative.

The motor sobbed itself to a standstill: several children and dogs gathered to inspect it, and then finding more interest and novelty in Mead’s mask turned their attention to him.

The Empress had evidently been dethroned for some years, and the hospitality she afforded her guests was of an impoverished sort. Hawley, approaching the desk to make enquiries, was met by a clerk incredibly arrayed, and the intelligence that the whole house was theirs to choose, except for two small rooms on the third floor occupied by two gentlemen who “traveled” respectively in sarsaparilla and molasses.

Hawley returned to his friends and repeated this information.

“How perfectly sweet of them,” cried the irresponsible bride. “Oh! Win, we must stay here and see them. Isn’t it the dearest sleepy hollow of a place?”

Attended by the impressed and impressive clerk, they made an inspection of the house. Mr. and Mrs. Hawley settled upon a suite just over the main entrance. Mead was established across the hall. But Kate found a wonderful panorama which could only be seen from the rooms on the third floor, and there, down a dreary length of oil-clothed hall, she bestowed herself and her belongings.

“For I must,” she explained to Patty, “I simply must get out of this veil and breathe, and I shouldn’t dare to do it within reach of that horribly supercilious friend of Winthrop’s. I’m going to plead headache or something, and have my dinner sent up here.”

Mead, meanwhile, was unfolding similar plans to Hawley. “I should have joined you,” said he, “if your wife’s friend had been a little less self-sufficient and unsympathetic. Of course, I don’t require any sympathy; but I don’t want ridicule either. So, while she is of the party I’ll have my meals in my room. I can’t act the ‘Man in the Iron Mask’ forever. You just leave the ladies together after dinner and come up here for a pipe with me.”

And when Mr. and Mrs. Hawley next encountered one another and reported the wishes of their friends, he suggested and she rapturously agreed, that they should dine in their horse-hair-covered sitting-room.

“I have a reason, dear,” she told him, “for not wishing to go to the dining-room for our first meal together. I’ll explain later.”

“Your wishing it is enough,” he answered before the conversation sank to banalities.

And when these several intentions were made clear to the conscientious clerk, he sent for the police force of the town–it consisted of a mild, little old man in a uniform and helmet which might have belonged to some mountainous member of the Broadway Squad in its prime–and implored him to spend the evening in the hall.

“They’re beginning to act up funny already,” the clerk imparted. “This eatin’ all over the house don’t seem just right to me. What do they think the dining-room’s for anyway? Sam was up with the bag belonging to the single fellow, and he says he’s got the worst looking pair of black eyes he ever saw. Here, Sam, you come and tell Jimmie what he looks like.”

Sam, a middle-aged combination of porter, bellboy, furnace-man, office assistant and emergency barkeeper was but newly launched upon his description of Mead’s face, when the chambermaid, who was also the waitress and housekeeper, broke in upon them with the intelligence that never in all her born days or nights had she seen anything like the face of the young lady on the third floor.