met Count Clawski, and the two walked down Bellevue Avenue together.
A carriage, drawn by a pair of magnificent bay horses, rattled past them, the harnesses jingling with enough chains to secure all the prisoners in Newport jail.
Two ladies bowed from the back seat of the carriage, and Larkington, recognizing the face of the girl whose acquaintance he had made the day before, made a deep obeisance; Count Clawski, who seemed on good terms with the ladies, waved his hat with airy grace.
"You have the good fortune to know Miss Carleton, the heiress?" asked the Count.
"Yes; I met her yesterday. Is she one of the very rich people here?"
"Oh yes; her fortune is counted in millions,—half a dozen, I believe, and it is all in her own right. An interesting woman, very. Her cousin is very pretty, is she not?"
"I did not notice the cousin," answered Larkington, absently. "Is she an orphan,
