At breakfast he saw her, but if she saw him it was when he was not looking at her.  Once he caught Uncle Caspar staring at him through his monocle, which dropped instantly from his eye in the manner that is always self-explanatory.  She had evidently called the uncle’s attention to him, but was herself looking sedately from the window when Lorry unfortunately spoiled the scrutiny.  His spirits took a furious bound with the realization that she had deigned to honor him by recognition, if only to call attention to him because he possessed a certain coin.

Once the old gentleman asked him the time of day and set his watch according to the reply.  In Ohio the manservant scowled at him because he involuntarily stared after his mistress as she paced the platform while the train waited at a station.  Again, in Ohio, they met in the vestibule, and he was compelled to step aside to allow her to pass.  He did not feel particularly jubilant over this meeting; she did not even glance at him.

Lorry realized that his opportunities were fast disappearing, and that he did not seem to be any nearer meeting her than when they started.  He had hoped to get Uncle Caspar into a conversation and then use him, but Uncle Caspar was as distant as an iceberg.  “If there should be a wreck,” Grenfall caught himself thinking, “then my chance would come; but I don’t see how Providence is going to help me in any other way.”

Near the close of the day, after they left St. Louis, the train began to wind through the foothills of the Alleghenies.  Bellaire, Grafton and other towns were left behind, and they were soon whirling up the steep mountain, higher and higher, through tunnel after tunnel, nearer and nearer to Washington every minute.  As they were pulling out of a little mining town built on the mountain side, a sudden jar stopped the train.  There was some little excitement and a scramble for information.  Some part of the engine was disabled, and it would be necessary to replace, it before the “run” could proceed.

Lorry strolled up to the crowd of passengers who were watching the engineer and fireman at work.  A clear, musical voice, almost in his ear, startled him, for he knew to whom it belonged.  She addressed the conductor, who, impatient and annoyed, stood immediately behind him.

“How long are we to be delayed?” she asked.  Just two minutes before this same conductor had responded most ungraciously to a simple question Lorry had asked and had gone so far as to instruct another inquisitive traveler to go to a warmer climate because he persisted in asking for information which could not be given except by a clairvoyant.  But now he answered in most affable tones:  “We’ll be here for thirty minutes, at least, Miss—­perhaps longer.”  She walked away, after thanking him, and Grenfall looked at his watch.

Off the main street of the town ran little lanes leading to the mines below.  They all ended at the edge of a steep declivity.  There was a drop of almost four hundred feet straight into the valley below.  Along the sides of this valley were the entrances to the mines.  Above, on the ledge, was the machinery for lifting the ore to the high ground on which stood the town and railroad yards.