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 "No—yes—very pretty," replied Scarlett. It was the flutter of her hair in the hot, faint breeze that he had been watching; and his mind was filled with speculation and misgiving. "You've chosen lucky weather, and a good voyage. Travellers don't come up here so often; Bangkok's a quiet place."

"That's just it," she rejoined. "I'm tired of being a tourist in a groove; my aunt's tired of places that are not quiet. We have an acquaintance or two up there. And then, she hasn't been happy since we left Japan—doesn't like the East very well, I'm afraid. Do you, Aunt Julia?"

Mrs. Holborow, frowning over the fine print, tossed her chin impatiently.

"No," she said; then launched a thunderbolt. "All the men are bibulous, and the women devoid of ideas. Of course," she added,