though I had almost given up hope. Are you going to stay in England, my dear colonelWhite. White. Dor. White? [Rings bell on table.] You have brought your things? White. No; I left my baggage at the station. Dor. Ah, Lucy, tell George to drive over for it directly. Enter SERVANT, L. U. E., to whom LUCY speaks; he bows and goes off, L. U. E. Lucy. Yes, papa! [Very delighted, going up to L. U. E.] My brother! [Claps her hands joyfully.] Oh! [Exit L. U. E. Dor. My boy's companion. Do you know, sir, your face greatly reminds me of him? White. Ye-es? we have been thought to resemble each other. Dor. Of course you will make this house your home while you remain in England. [WHITE bows, DORRISON goes up c. a little. Voice of Mrs. Pinchbeck. [off R.] Alfred! Dor. That voice! [Hurriedly.] We dine at eight. [Shakes WHITE'S hand warmly.] Be quite at your ease. No ceremony. You need not "dress." We are very quiet people here. [R. C. Enter, L., CAPTAIN MOUNTRAFFE, coming down drunkenly, but not reeling-merely "hazy." White. [aside, sees CAPTAIN MOUNTRAFFE.] Ah, the brother! Dor. [aside.] Oh, that horrid man. [Aloud, comes down.] Captain Mountraffe, you are in time for lunch. [To WHITE.] My intended's brother. White. [carelessly.] Ah! Dor. [rings.] Perhaps you would take luncheon. A little sherry and crackers. Captain M. [contemptuously.] Sherry and crackers! [Curls up his moustache. Voice of Mrs. Pinchbeck. [off R.] Alfred! Dor. Excuse me; I must go. [Smiles.] Ladies are not to be kept waiting. Let me present you to Captain Mountraffe. Captain Mountraffe, Colonel White of the American army. Colonel White, Captain Mountraffe of the Mexican army. Captain M. [gruffly.] Cavalry. The Chepultepec Avengers! [WHITE and CAPTAIN MOUNTRAFFE salute, rather stiffly. Dor. So I leave you to make your better acquaintance. [Goes up R.] Captain, you'll stay to dinner? [Aside.] My boy alive! [Exit R. Gong struck, off L. White. [aside.] He a soldier! He has not even been drilled." [Makes the motion of a lunge with a foil with his hand, aside.] I should like to have the drilling of him! Captain M. [aside.] I wonder what sort of chap he is. A flat or fly? green or brown? game or barnyard? righteous or racketty? Enter SERVANT, with lunch on tray, by L. U. E., to small table, L. front. White. [to CAPTAIN.] A pleasant day. Been riding? White. Thank you, no. Captain M. Here, two bottles of champagne ! White. I am not in the habit of taking champagne at lunch. Captain M. It don't matter, I'll drink them both for you. [To table, between it and sofa.] Here-[takes up tankard] you can open both bottles and put it in this. [SERVANT exits, and returns with tankard, as if he had filled it, and then exits, L. U. E.] That's right. [Tastes from tankard.] That's something like a tipple! [Drinks. White. [seated in chair facing CAPTAIN, a little to his left, aside.] This fellow smells of tobacco like a sutler's tent! Captain M. I have not had the pleasure of seeing you before? White. No. [Offers to carve ham for CAPTAIN.] Will you have a slice? Captain M. No! I have just been having two nips at the Nag. White. Ah! [Eating during the following, while CAPTAIN drinks.] What kind of place is the Nag? Captain M. [drinks solemnly.] Slow! a good, dry skittle ground, but no table. [Imitates a pushball, on the table.] Do you know old Dorrison? shot, with a knife for cue and a piece of bread for White. Slightly. Captain M. I know him well, intimately. White. So you were in the army? What arm? Captain M. The Cavalry-irregulars! The Mexican-the Chepultepec Avengers! Here's your health! [Drinks.] Old Dorrison's wine is capital. White. There has been some sharp work in Mexico lately, I see. Captain M. Sharp work! [Contemptuously.] Why, I have been on the saddle for forty hours. White. [aside.] Running away the whole of the time, I'll be bound. Captain M. [working his moustache up and down ferociously.] When the bugle sounded the charge, and we rallied to form-to form-[drinks] when we saw the enemy behind_behind_before us-it was beautiful! [Drinks.] Beautiful! Have you ever seen service? White. A little. [Aside.] This fellow is a liar. I'll try him. [Aloud.] Did you ever meet one Frank Halliday in Mexico, a friend of mine? Captain M. Frank Halliday? Frank? Oh, aye! a fair man? [WHITE nods.] Tall? White. Oh, six feet. Captain M. I knew him well. White. [aside.] That's a lie! for he don't exist. Captain M. He was my second in a duel once. White. Indeed! were you hit? Captain M. No, I killed my man! I have been hit, though. [Rises, drunkenly unsteady.] Here! [Strikes his left side.] There! [Strikes his right side.] Everywhere! [Strikes his sides with both hands in several places, and nearly falls.] My body is so scarred that I should be ashamed to be seen undressed. [Sinks upon sofa. White. That's right. Wear clothes-the less seen of you the better! Captain M. No! I've been playing bagatelle. There's no billiard table in this village, or I'd soon show them how to make a break of twenty points. Servant. [to WHITE.] You would not like some Captain M. [sentimentally.] Ah, my old friends, porter, or some beer? Very superior home-my brave comrades, good and true, where are you brewed, sir. White. No, thank you. Captain M. But we will have some champagne. Servant. [surprised.] Sir! now? Here's to your very good health. [Lifts up tankard. White. [lifts his glass.] Here's to their health! [They drink. Captain M. You're a man! Have a cigar? [Rises and offers cigar-case; nearly falls over table. White. No, thank you. The ladies come in here. Captain M. Well, I may. I can do whatever I like here. [Falls on seat and sprawls out drunkenly.] Old Dorrison is sweet upon my sister. This is Liberty Hall with me. [Sings to the tune of "Merrily, oh!"] Liberty, liberty, liberty-'all, 'all, 'all, 'all! [Lets voice die away drunkenly as if sleepy. White. [aside.] I feel awfully inclined to kick him. [Aloud.] So Mr. Dorrison is sweet upon your sister? Captain M. [lights cigar.] Yes, and very right and proper that he should be. We will make a cross-marriage of it. I have cast an eye upon his daughter. Have you seen her? Pretty? White. Is she inclined to favor your suit? Captain M. She has cast a favorable eye upon the young soldier, and that has had its usual effect. If old Dorrison will come down handsome, and shell out, as I think he will, if only to get rid of me, we'll make a match of it. White. Ah, you will? Matches lead to explosions, your military experience must show. Captain M. Oh, I'm safe. I have got two strings to my bow. There's Miss Thornhough, who is staying here. Have you seen her? I have been undecided between her and Lucy. [Rises. White. [indignantly, aside.] Lucy! Captain M. She has also cast a favorable eye on yours truly. [Nearly pitches over the table by lifting his hand to put it on his heart in making a bow.] What's the matter? White. Oh, nothing. [Changes his position. restlessly in his chair.] A tingling-Captain M. In the head? White. No! in the foot. Captain M. The gout? White. No! only irritability. I can kick it offI mean walk it off. [Sits. Captain M. What do we military men care for the tinsel of titles and wealth-we are beloved for our manliness and bravery alone! we are bewildered whom to choose! Whichever has most money I shall make Mrs. Captain MountraffeLucy or Dora, whichever it may be. [Suddenly.] You shall see the two girls, and give me your opinion. What's your name White. White. Captain M. [rises.] White, my boy! [Holds out his hand, which WHITE takes in his, which is wrapped round with the napkin.] There's only one thing I abominate in a woman. White. Indeed. What's that? Captain M. Selfishness. It's a bad thing. Captain M. [gesticulating wildiy.] It's beastly! Give me your hand! [Same business of napkin by WHITE in shaking hands.] The grasp of friendship is the crown of acquaintanceship. Black, my boy, you are a man! [Sits; shakes the ham bone for WHITE's hand.] You are drunk. White. Am I? Captain M. Very drunk! I've been watching you. You are sleepy-let's go to sleep together, [drunkenly] go sleep togerrer! [Laughs.] Ha, ha! [Sleeps on sofa. Gong. White. He's off. There's no getting anything out of him about his sister. [Rises. Enter, R., DORRISON, with MRS. PINCHBECK on his arm; they come down to C. front. Dor. [to WHITE.] You will come to dinner? [WHITE bows, and looking at MRS. PINCHBECK, they both display a certain emotion.] This is Colonel White, my dear, a friend of my son's. Colonel, Mrs. Pinchbeck, my intended. [Salutes. Enter LUCY and DORA, L. U. E. White. [aside.] By Jove, I know that face! Dor. My dear, give your arm to the Colonel. Dora, my dear, give me yours. Lucy! Lucy. Yes, papa. Dor. Captain Mountraffe will conduct you. [LUCY shrinks back from seeing CAPTAIN asleep on sofa. DORRISON, sadly.] As usual! Lucy, [Exit all but LUCY, L. U. E., you will follow us. MRS. PINCHBECK on WHITE's arm, DORA on DORRISON'S; LUCY goes up L. U. E. BERTIE appears at R. E. Bertie. [whistles.]_Whit! whit! [Blows BERTIE a kiss and runs off, L. U. E. SCENE.-Same. ACT II. Table at R. C., L. of the settee. Discover CAPTAIN MOUNTRAFFE seated carelessly on sofa, L. C. front, and MRS. PINCHBECK seated L. in chair. Captain M. Pamela, I can't make out your little game at all. Mrs. P. I dare say. You are generally drunk. Captain M. Are you going to marry old Dorrison or not? Mrs. P. Why do you ask? Captain M. Because I want to know. Mrs. P. Was it not agreed between us that I was to be Mrs. Dorrison the second? [Very contemptuously in tone and manner to CAPTAIN. Captain M. Yes, and no mistake. That's business. Mrs. P. Well? Captain M. Well, all went swimmingly till the arrival of this Colonel White. That seems to have upset you. You were nervous while he was here, and all unhinged while he went up to London for a few days. Now that he has come back-I have watched you-you are setting your cap at him. Mrs. P. What if I am? Captain M. You are playing the wrong game, Pamela, my girl! You're a fool to miss such a chance. Old Dorrison is a retired manufacturer, a man enriched by spec's in coal mines, iron, sugar or such-such groceries. Mrs. P. Well? Captain M. While the other-White-pooh! a colonel, he says he is-like me. Bah! Mrs. P. [fiercely.] Like you! He is a gentleman, while you are a loafing, drunken ruffian, scarcely fit to swear at waiters in low tap-rooms. Captain M. [quietly.] Are you trying to hurt my feelings, or to awaken me to a sense of shame? [Savagely.] Don't you cut up rough, or it will be the worse for you. I know what you are. Mrs. P. Yes, a degraded wretch--your sister! Captain M. Aye, and you are something else. Don't forget that, don't do it. It would be nice for you to go back on me. You had better be grateful. When our worthy papa-who was a What do you think of that? corn-cutter by trade and a swindler by profession title and fortune are the least of his merits." -died, leaving you on my hands, didn't I bring you up and get you comfortably married to a gentleman of respectability? Captain M. The best billiard-player in Europe! he could do anything with cards, and he did, too! [Makes the pass with his hands, as if holding cards.] Then came my brilliant idea-our going to America Mrs. P. Silence, you miserable cur! Since then you dragged me about from sea-side resort to watering-place, parading me so that you might "catch a flat," as you term it, plundering him of his money while I beguiled him with the only accomplishment I possess, piano-playing. [Fiercely.] Oh, how I hate the piano! oh, how I hate men! Captain M. [rises.] Both good things to play upon! [Chuckles coarsely.] Ha, ha! that's good! Both full of notes! Ha, ha! that's better! Mrs. P. So you set me on the alert for people of money, and now I enter only too eagerly into your designs. Yes, I want to attain wealth, position, and command the respect of the world. ́ To get rid of you! I shall yet see the pack of sneerers hat in hand or bowing to my feet. That's my ambition, and I will accomplish it! [Proudly goes up R., and returns down front. Captain M. [coolly.] As soon as you have done play-acting, and trying to persuade yourself that you are a very good, injured woman, perhaps you will tell me what's your game? Mrs. P. I will tell you. See if there is anybody without. Captain M. [goes up L. U. E., looks off and returns to L. c. front.] Not a peppercorn in the Sits on R. end of sofa. castor. Captain M. [rises.] A German count! Pam, you take my breath away. Mrs. P. What a service I am rendering society! Captain M. No! It's a plant—a do. Mrs. P. Nonsense! [Rises. Captain M. I tell you I have suspected this colonel from the first. Mrs. P. But the son wants him to marry his sister! Captain M. That looks better. Selfishness is always true. A German count! He might give me a license to keep a table! [Imitates "spinning the ball" in roulette.] Aha! [Imitates voice of French croupier.] "Velcoom, milords les Anglais! Comment s'en va, mes petits-Russes !” Mrs. P. A nobleman of fortune! Oh, I think I see the herd of the vulgar divide as he, hat off, leads me to my carriage! Oh, delight! dream! dream! Captain M. It's all a dream! come, wake up! it's gas, moonshine, a flam, delusion! No, stick to old Dorrison ! The German White is not true Prussian blue! ha, ha! [MRS. PINCHBECK looks at L. U. E. significantly, and CAPTAIN MOUNTRAFFE looks the same direction. Enter, L. U. E., WHITE. Mrs. P. [to WHITE, aside.] I want to see you! I'll be here in an hour! Hush! [Exit L. U. E. Captain M. [aside.] Ha! she's at it already! [Swaggers up L.] I am going to ride that new horse of Mr. Dorrison's. White. [L., front.] Take care you are not thrown. Captain M. Why? White. No matter. Captain M. [aside.] He means mischief.[Aloud.] Adios, as we say in Mexico. [Salutes soldierly and exits L. U. E. White. Brother Pinchbeck suspects me. I begin to sicken of the work. Enter, R., LUCY and BERTIE. Lucy, [they come down] I have found out the way to save our father. I was right when I said Mrs. P. [seated R. C.] While Colonel White was I had seen Mrs. Pinchbeck's face before. I had away to London, I was sitting one day in the scarcely arrived in London before I met Jack study with Mr. Dorrison, when he was called out Randall, an old friend, who had lately returned for a moment. I had noticed that he had been from New York. At the first word he gave the most attentively reading a letter, which he then support I needed to my suspicions. Mrs. Pinchleft open on his desk. I was curious to know what it was. Captain M. Naturally. Mrs. P. It was from his son in America. Mrs. P. You know what a memory I have? [CAPTAIN nods.] I got it by heart. Yes, I can remember every word. The letter said: "My dear father, pardon me for a deception which was almost forced upon me. My friend, the Graf von Haferstein, is a worthy scion of one of the 'first families' of Germany, whose noble nature is eminently sentimental. He chose to come to America and serve as a simple soldier. He visits England at the end of the war, with the romantic idea of finding a lady who will look at him for himself alone, divested of all the appendages of rank and riches. If I have favored his scheme, it is because I thought that my dear sister Lucy might love him, and be loved by him in return, for his name, beck was well known there. They called her La Chevaliere, because she traveled with one Chevalier Kopp-most likely the present Captain Mountraffe-for he was "reckoned right smart" at slinging out five aces to a deck. She shone brightest in New Orleans, where her cavalier's rooms were always full of the young bloods, wild about her beauty and piano-playing, while the Chevalier taught them the science of the pasteboards. She was idolized, and many a poor youth-ahem! but you wouldn't understand any more if I were to tell you. Lucy. But if you never were in New Orleans, [pronounces New Orleans in the English fashion broadly, as "New Or-lee-arns"] how could you have seen her there? White. Why, child, I have her portrait. [Produces carte de visite.] Jack gave me it-ah! he paid dearly for her carte de visite. Ber. A wonderful likeness! Lucy. How beautiful she was then. White. If we only had another of her compan Now ion, we should see if Chevalier Kopp was not the sight? [They let a book fall between them, and Captain's patronymic. Well, with her character, blunder in picking it up so as to let it fall again.] you may judge how eagerly she bites at the bait of I beg your pardon! I thought you had it. my "noble family." you've got it-no, now I've got you-I've got it! [Comes to R. side of piano, while DORA takes seat on stool, letting her fingers touch the keys thoughtlessly. Aside.] What a fool I am. [Aloud.] Going to play the new waltz? Ber. Eh!" your noble family?" What do you mean? White. Don't you know? [BERTIE shakes his head.] Don't he know, Lucy [LUCY laughs and shakes her head.] Good girl for not telling my secret. [Kisses her. Dora. [ceases playing.] Oh, I haven't learnt it. White. Don't it strike you that it is very warm in here? Ber. Oh, Lucy, keep a secret from me? White. Hold your tongue, do, you spoony! Dora. It is rather warm. [Plays carelessly. It's a trap of mine to catch the schemer. Lucy White. I think we are going to have some will tell you, if you must know everything. Don't thunder. Are you fond of thunder-I mean are be alarmed, Lucy. Now that my suspicions are you afraid of music-I mean lightning? [DORA, confirmed, I can meet the woman on her own during the following, plays a popular love-song terms, and I do not doubt that I shall rid the accompaniment at slow time and irregularly, as home of her. [LUCY and BERTIE whisper.] Aye, if affected by emotion.] Ah, do play something. I am determined that no such a creature shall Dora. Oh, I wasn't thinking of what I was usurp my mother's place! doing. What were you talking about? how Lucy. Dear Alfred! Ber. Then Dora don't know of this plan? could she know? Why do you ask? Ber. We thought [smiles] that you both were sweet upon one another. White. [indignantly.] You are a couple of idiots! Miss Thornhough could never think of me! Why, she is but seventeen, and I am sixand-thirty! I wish you wouldn't talk nonsense. Lucy. [aside to BERTIE.] It is true, though, for all that, or he wouldn't be so angry. White. About you that is, about me-no, it was about music, that's it-no, if you liked lightning? Dora. Oh, I am afraid of lightning. Singular, we were talking about lightning-Mrs. Pinchbeck and I-she is not afraid of lightning. White. No, that's one of the sort of things that White. No! Don't you? White. Ah! I thought you said you did. The Ber. [nods, pretended carelessness.] Well, I-the-a-lady that I admire-[turning over didn't want to offend you by saying anything about Miss Thornhough. White. [aside.] Oh, he's an awful idiot! I know White. Who! Mrs. Pinchbeck? Enter, L. 1 E., DORA. Lucy. With what eyes they look at each other, eh? Ha, ha ! Ber. What he can see in that girl I don't imagine! [Exit R. with LUCY. White. [aside.] He ain't half my age, and yet he knows all about it. [DORA goes up to piano and stands by the piano-stool, nervously fingering music-book.] I would give my eyes to be with that girl five minutes, and when I am with her I can't find anything to say. [Goes up R. C. to the side of the piano.] Ah, you have your music. Dora. Yes. [Very timidly. White. New music! new-laid-I mean, creamlaid. Oh, I was thinking of the other kind of note-paper! Dora. Ye-es! White. As if it could be anything else! Ah, fresh from town? [At the piano beside DORA, their hands nervously blunder together in placing music on the rack.] Are you going to play? Dor. I must practice, for I can't play at first. leaves of music-book, etc., embarrassed. Dora. Well? [Ceases playing for a moment. WHITE upsets music-stand.] Oh! [Half rises, resumes seat, smiling.] That music-stand is always in the way. White. [picks up music-stand.] Yes, musicstands are always in the way. Dora. It gave me quite a start. So sudden, wasn't it? And mamma says I am subject to affection of the heart. White. Affection-in what region? Dora. [softly.] In the heart. Dora. I was saying nothing. White. Oh, yes. Dora. Ah, about Mrs. Pinchbeck. I don't like her. White. Poor woman! Dora. I can't bear her! White. I am sorry for her. Dora. What do you think about her brother, Captain Mountraffe? White. He wouldn't make a good husband? Dora. Oh, horrid! Mrs. Pinchbeck would not make a nice wife, think you? White. No! she does very well as a widow, but not as a wife. Now, [leaning on piano] if I had a wife Dora. [playing faintly.] Yes? White. I mean, of course, if I had a wife of my choice-if I could have the wife of my choice-IDora. Yes? White. I should select one about your size. [Said with an effort.] With light hairDora. Yes? White. With blue eyes. White. And she should be dressed in a white dress, and afraid of lightning, and liking music— and her name should be-be Dora! Dora. [Kisses DORA as she looks up. White. } together. My darling! Enter, L. U. E., DORRISON. Dora. [plays briskly and loudly.] What do you think of that, colonel? White. It's so pleasant and cool! What do you call it? Dora. It is called "The Lover's Dream." Dor. Dora, my dear, would you be kind enough to leave the room, while I have a word with the colonel ? [L. front. Dora. [rises.] Certainly, Mr. Dorrison, with pleasure. [To L. U. E. White. [picks up music and follows DORA to L. U. E.] I beg pardon, you have forgotten your music. [Kisses DORA, who takes music and exits L. U. E. That's all settled! [Comes down to c. Dor. [L. C.] Colonel, I shall not detain you long. I want to talk to you about a little matter. [They sit, WHITE on sofa, DORRISON on chair L. of him, side-face to audience.] I must say you have been rather unconfidential with me-eh, Colonel White? Colonel White? White. [aside.] He's alluding to the German Graf. stand me, and approve my act. Spite of my years, I am as hale and as strong of constitution as most men at forty. White. Ah! Then your-your daughter will have another mother? Dor. A mother whom I have calmly and deliberately selected for her. Yes, count, I have well considered her happiness in the step which I am about to take. White. In the stepmother which you are about to take? Dor. Not the stepmother-in the step, count, in the step. White. Oh! I beg pardon. Dor. [half aside, tenderly.] She will make my home happy with her love of her husband, bringing new life to me. White. [aside.] Poor old boy! how he loves her! Dor. Love for him had not quite gone away when he broke silence at last and revived all my old affection. For he was a worthy boy, and I behaved much too harsh towards him. Count, he never told me a lie, he never told a lie! A noble trait. White. [coughs.] Ahem! very! Dor. Ah! He will find that I have not forgotten him. I want you to tell him so; [WHITE bows] and that my taking a second wife will not injure him. [With emotion.] After my wedding-day I shall Dor. Perhaps I know more than you think I do. make my will. One-third of all the property that [Chuckles in a low tone, but gentlemanly.] He, he! I have will be my wife's, one-third will go to my White. [aside.] I suppose I must pretend to daughter, and the other to my son. I am not be embarrassed. [Looks confused.] Really, I-I- sorry that fortune has given me the means to do Dor. Oh, I do not wish to be intrusive on any this. Ah, my son, my dear boy, he shall find that one's confidence, for I am thoroughly English his old father had not forgotten him. You will English and not German! but I cannot help say- tell him so, count? You will do me this favor? ing that secrecy is not so important a treasure White. I will! [Shakes DORRISON'S hand. when it is founded on a matter of sentiment, eh, Dor. Thank you, thank you! That is all. For count-I mean, colonel? anything that I can do to facilitate your projects, command me! I won't detain you longer. [Going up L., returns.] And if there is anything you would like to suggest, you know, I shall be in my study in an hour. White. [aside.] How one lie breeds another! I have had to back up the colonel with the count, and when I do come to myself, it will be a perfect resurrection. [Aloud.] Well, Mr. Dorrison, since you appear to know who I am, perhaps I may ask you how you obtained that information? Dor. Colonel, I will be frank with you. I will be more confidential than you with me. I have had a letter from my son. White. From Alfred? White. He is well? Dor. Quite. The dear boy especially speaks of you, count-count or colonel, which shall it be? White. Which you prefer. It's a matter of perfect indifference to me. Dor. Colonel, then. You have not been confiding in me, but I will in you. I am a man, sir, of straightforwardness and solid principles. I abhor double-dealing. Now you know what I am. You have seen my intended. Yes, I mean to marry Mrs. Pinchbeck. I am sixty-three. White. Don't you think that rather young? White. I mean isn't she rather young ? White. No, thank you. [Exit, L. U. E. White. [alone.] Poor old gov, poor old gov. Thinking of me so far away! [Quickly.] Under his own roof, with no one but me to confide in, and I am trying to win away the heart of the woman whom he wishes to make his wife. Ah! is the keenest blow to his happiness to come from me? [c.] Am I to betray him? I step in between my father and the woman whom he loves? But she would be Lucy's stepmother, be in her place, [looks at portrait, L. 2 E.] if she succeeds in her dark schemes! And Captain Mountraffe, with his sister's support, might marry Lucy! Oh! [In horror.] For who knows how strong may not be the influence of that woman, once my father's wife? No! [With determination.] She shall never reign here! [Turns up c.] Hush! she is here! Enter R., book in hand, MRS. PINCHBECK. Mrs. P. [starts.] You are here! [WHITE bows.] I have so longed to see you. Oh, John, why did you ever come here? Why have you made me love you, and destroyed my peace of mind? I was happy before I saw you. White. Happy? When we love as we do? |