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 Contents

The Missing Credits. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . x

Introduction. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . xiii

CHAPTER 1
Set Up Your iPad. . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1
Meet the iPad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
.. . . . . . . . ...................... 2
Meet the iPad Mini.. . . . . . . . . . .
.. . . . . . . . ...................... 4
Turn the iPad On and Off. . . . . . .
.. . . . . . . . ...................... 6
Find the Home Button and Cameras. . . . . . . . ...................... 7
Activate and Set Up Your iPad Over WiFi. . . . ...................... 8
Activate and Set Up Your iPad via USB. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 10
Sync Your iPad with iTunes.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 12
Tour iTunes. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 14
Charge the iPad Battery.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 16
Extend Battery Life. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 17

CHAPTER 2
Tour Your Tablet.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 19
Use the Home Button. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 20
Use the Mute/Lock and Volume Buttons. . . . . ..................... 21
Connect Through iPad Jacks and Ports. . . . . . ..................... 22
Add Earbuds and Earphones. . . . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 23
Your Home Screen Apps . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 24
Organize Your Home Screen Icons. . . . . . . . . ..................... 26
Navigate Multiple Home Screens. . . . . . . . . . ..................... 27
Make Home Screen App Folders. . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 28
Switch or Quit Open Apps. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 29
Keep the iPad Screen Clean. . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 30

CHAPTER 3
Interact with Your iPad.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 33
Finger Moves for the iPad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 34
Use the Standard iPad Keyboard. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 35
iPad Keyboard Shortcuts. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 36
 Use Multitasking Gestures on the iPad.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 38
Command Your iPad with Siri. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 40
Enter Text By Voice. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 42
Use the Split Keyboard. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 44
Add an External Keyboard. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 45
Use an International or Emoji Keyboard.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 46
Cut, Copy, Paste, and Replace Text. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 48
Use the iPad’s Global Dictionary. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 50
Search the iPad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 51
Use AirDrop to Transfer Files. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 52
Print with Your iPad.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 54

CHAPTER 4
Get Online . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 57
WiFi Versus Cellular Networks. . . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 58
Get Your WiFi Connection. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 60
Use Public WiFi Hotspots. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 61
Use a Cellular Data Network. . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 62
Pick an AT&T Service Plan. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 63
Pick a Verizon Service Plan.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 64
Pick a Sprint or T-Mobile Service Plan. . . . . . . ..................... 65
Sign Up for Cellular Data Service . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 66
Transfer an Old Data Plan to a New iPad. . . . . ..................... 67
Turn Cellular Data Service Off or On. . . . . . . . ..................... 68
Check, Change, or Cancel Data Plans. . . . . . . ..................... 69
Use a Mobile Broadband Hotspot. . . . . . . . . . ..................... 70
Use the iPad as a Personal Hotspot.. . . . . . . . ..................... 71
Make Internet Calls with FaceTime. . . . . . . . . ..................... 72
Use Skype to Make Internet Calls. . . . . . . . . . ..................... 74
Travel Internationally with the iPad. . . . . . . . . ..................... 75

CHAPTER 5
Surf the Web. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 77
Take a Safari Tour. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 78
Use Browser Tabs in Safari. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 80
Zoom and Scroll Through Web Pages. . . . . . . ..................... 82
Use Safari Reader. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 84
Use Safari’s Reading List. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 85
See Links Shared From Twitter . . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 86
Jump to Other Web Pages. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 87
Create and Use Bookmarks . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 88
Make Home Screen Bookmarks. . . . . . . . . . . ..................... 90

iv Contents
Call Up Your History List. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 91
Manage Bookmarks and Folders. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 92
Play Favorites With Your Bookmarks.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 93
Sync Bookmarks.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 94
Save and Mail Images from the Web. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 95
Stream Web Audio and Video. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 96
Work with Online Apps. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 98
Use iCloud Tabs.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 100
Use the Safari Share Menu. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 101
Use Autofill to Save Time. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 102
Save Credit Card Numbers in Safari.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 103
Social Networking on Your iPad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 104
Surf Securely. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 106
Use Other Web Browsers. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 108

CHAPTER 6
Keep in Touch with Email and Messaging. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 111
Set Up an Email Account (or Two). . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................ 112
Tour the Mail Program. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................ 114
Read Mail. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................ 116
Write and Send Email. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................ 118
Format Your Messages.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ............... 120
Set Up a VIP Mailbox. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................ 121
Customize Your Mailbox List.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................ 122
Flag Messages for Later. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................ 123
Manage Your Email. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ............... 124
Adjust Mail Settings.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ............... 126
Webmail On the iPad.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................ 127
POP3 and IMAP Accounts on the iPad.. . . . . . . . . . . ................ 128
Send Text Messages.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ............... 130
Use Twitter. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................ 132

CHAPTER 7
Organize Your Life With the iPad’s Apps. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 135
Sync Your Personal Info to the iPad. . . . . . . . . . . . ................ 136
Set Up Your Calendars. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................ 138
Use the iPad Calendar. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................ 140
Maintain Contacts. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................ 142
Take Notes. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................ 144
Track Time With the iPad’s Clock. . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................ 146
Use Reminders. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................ 148
Use Notifications. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................ 150

Contents v
 Visit the iPad’s Control Center. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 152
Hang Out the “Do Not Disturb” Sign. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 153
Set App Privacy Settings. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 154
Find Your Way with Maps.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 156
See Maps in Different Views. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 158
Locate Your Position Using GPS. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 159
Get Directions on the Map. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 160
Use Facebook on the iPad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 162

CHAPTER 8
Shop the App Store.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 165
Go to the App Store. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 166
Tour the App Store. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... . 167
Set Up an Apple ID. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 168
Buy, Download, and Install Apps.. . . . . . . . . . .................... 170
Uninstall Apps.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... . 171
Search for Apps. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... . 172
Scale Up iPhone Apps. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... . 173
Sync and Organize Apps in iTunes. . . . . . . . . .................... . 174
Adjust App Preferences. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... . 176
Update Apps.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... . 177
Troubleshoot Apps. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... . 178

CHAPTER 9
Read iBooks and ePeriodicals.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 181
Download the iBooks App. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... . 182
Go to the iBookstore. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 183
Browse and Search for Books. . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 184
Buy and Download a Book. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 186
Find Free iBooks. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... . 187
Sync Books Using iTunes. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 188
Read Other Ebooks on the iPad. . . . . . . . . . . .................... 189
Read an iBook.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 190
Change the Type in an iBook. . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 192
Search an iBook. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 193
Use the Dictionary.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 194
Create Bookmarks and Margin Notes. . . . . . . .................... 195
Use iBooks Textbooks. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 196
Delete or Rearrange iBooks. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... . 197
Use Newsstand for Your ePeriodicals. . . . . . . .................... 198
Subscribe to ePublications. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 199
Find Newspaper and Magazine Apps. . . . . . . .................... 200

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CHAPTER 10
Play Games. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 203
Find iPad Games. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................... . 204
Play Games.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................... . 205
Sign Up for Game Center. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................... . 206
Get Social with Game Center. . . . . . . . . . . . . ................... . 208
More Ways to Get Your Game On.. . . . . . . . . ................... . 210
Play Multiplayer Games in Person. . . . . . . . . . ................... . . 212
Troubleshoot Games. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................... . . 213
An iPad Games Gallery. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................... . 214
Use an External Game Controller. . . . . . . . . . ................... . . 215

CHAPTER 11
Get Productive with iWork. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 217
Meet iWork. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... . 218
Get Started with iWork. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 220
Create Documents in Pages. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 222
Create Spreadsheets in Numbers. . . . . . . . . . .................... 224
Create Presentations in Keynote. . . . . . . . . . . .................... 226
Import, Export, and Share iWork Files. . . . . . . .................... 228
Troubleshooting iWork Files. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 230
Find Alternatives to iWork. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 232

CHAPTER 12
Sync and Share Media Files Using iTunes and iCloud. . . . . . 235
The iTunes 11 Window: An Introduction. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .... 236
How iTunes Organizes Your Content. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .... 238
Where iTunes Stores Your Files.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .... 239
The iTunes Store. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .... 240
The Wireless iTunes Store. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .... . 241
Check for Downloads.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .... 242
Authorize Computers for iTunes and Home Sharing. . . . . . . . . . . . . .... 243
Deauthorize Your Computer. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .... 244
Automatically Sync the iPad.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .... 245
Manually Sync Your iPad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .... 246
Troubleshoot Syncing Problems. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .... 247
Use iTunes in the Cloud. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .... 248
Use iTunes Home Sharing on Your iPad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .... 250
Stream and Mirror Files with AirPlay. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .... 252
Manage Your Expectations With Up Next. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .... 254
Use iTunes Match. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .... 255

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 CHAPTER 13
Manage and Play Music and Other Audio. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 257
Get Music and Audio for Your iPad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . ............... 258
Sync Music, Audiobooks, and Podcasts. . . . . . . . . . . ............... 260
Explore the Music Menu. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ............... . 261
Play Music . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ............... 262
Play Audiobooks. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ............... 263
Play iTunes Radio. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ............... 264
Control the Now Playing Screen. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ............... 266
Make Playlists. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ............... 268
Make Genius Playlists on the iPad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ............... 269
Use the Podcasts App. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ............... 270
Go to School at iTunes U. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ............... . 271
Make Music with GarageBand.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ............... 272

CHAPTER 14
Watch, Create, and Edit Videos. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 275
Get Video Onto Your iPad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 276
Transfer Video from iTunes to iPad. . . . . . . . . .................... 277
Find and Play Videos on Your iPad. . . . . . . . . .................... 278
Play iPad Videos on Your TV. . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 280
Shoot Your Own Videos. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 282
Share Your Video Clips.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 283
Edit Videos on the iPad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 284
Edit Videos with iMovie. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 286
Video Formats That Work on the iPad.. . . . . . .................... 288
Delete Videos. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... 289

CHAPTER 15
View, Shoot, Edit, and Manage Photos. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 291
Get Pictures onto Your iPad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................. 292
Take Photos With the iPad’s Camera. . . . . . . . . . . ................. 294
Take High Dynamic Range Photos.. . . . . . . . . . . . ................. 296
Take Portraits with Photo Booth. . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................. 297
Find Pictures on Your iPad . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................. 298
View Pictures on Your iPad.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................. 300
Share and Print Photos. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................. 301
Edit Photos on the iPad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................. 302
Use Camera Filters. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................. 304
Delete Photos From Your iPad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................. 305
Use iPhoto for iPad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ................. 306

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Play Slideshows on Your iPad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 308
Play Slideshows on Your TV. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 310
Change the iPad’s Wallpaper. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 312

CHAPTER 16
Back Up and Sync Your Gadgets with iCloud. . . . . . . . . . . . . 315
Set Up iCloud on Your iPad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ........... 316
Set Up iCloud on Your Computer. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ........... 318
Using iWork with iCloud on the Web.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ........... 320
Stream Photos with iCloud.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ........... 322
Share Your Photo Stream. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ........... 324
Using Shared Photo Streams. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ........... 326
Lock Up Passwords on iCloud Keychain.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . ........... 328

APPENDIX A
iPad Settings. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 331
Tour the iPad’s Settings. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 332

APPENDIX B
iPad Troubleshooting and Care. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 349
Troubleshooting Basics. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ......... . 350
Reset Your iPad.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ......... . . 351
Download iTunes and iTunes Updates, and Reinstall iTunes. . ......... . 352
Update Your iPad’s Software. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ......... . 354
Use iPad Backup Files. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ......... . 355
Start Over: Restore Your iPad’s Software. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ......... . 356
Find a Missing iPad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ......... . 358
Protect Your iPad From Theft . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ......... . 360
Protect Your iPad From Damage.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ......... . 361
Find an iPad Repair Shop. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ......... . 362
AppleCare—What It Is and Whether You Need It. . . . . . . . . ......... . 363

Index. ..... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 365

Contents ix
 The Missing Credits

About the Author

J.D. Biersdorfer (author) is the author of several O’Reilly
books, including the first five editions of this book; iPod:
The Missing Manual; Best iPhone Apps, Second Edition; and
Netbooks: The Missing Manual. She’s been writing the weekly
computer Q&A column for The New York Times since 1998
and also writes the Applied Reading column on literary apps
for The New York Times Book Review. Over the years, she’s
written articles for the AIGA Journal of Graphic Design, Budget
Travel, and Rolling Stone. J.D. can be heard each week on the Pop Tech Jam audio
podcast at www.poptechjam.com. She has a degree in Theatre & Drama from
Indiana University. You can reach her by email at jd.biersdorfer@gmail.com.

About the Creative Team

Peter McKie (editor) has a master’s degree in journalism from Boston University.
In his spare time, he digitizes historic photos of his summer community. Email:
pmckie@oreilly.com.

Kristen Brown (production editor) is a graduate of the publishing program at

Emerson College. She lives in the Boston area with her husband and an incredible
amount of books and board games. Email: kristen@oreilly.com.

Julie Hawks (indexer) is a teacher and eternal student. She can be found
wandering about with a camera in hand. Email: juliehawks@gmail.com.

Marcia Simmons (proofreader) is a writer and editor living in the San Francisco
Bay Area. She’s the author of the book DIY Cocktails, and you can find her blog
at www.marciaisms.com.
 Acknowledgments
I would like to thank David Pogue for getting me into the book business back in
2002 and for being a terrific editor on our mutual projects over the years. Also
thanks to editor Peter McKie for making sense of things during the mad scram-
ble, and to all the Missing Manual folks at O’Reilly Media—especially Kristen
Brown, Monica Kamsvaag, Ron Bilodeau, Jamey Harvey, and Frank Deras for the
custom iPad photography gracing these pages.

Big thanks to Mac guru Alan Yacavone for sharing his knowledge on all things
Apple. Katherine Ippoliti’s graphics work in past and present editions also
deserves a shout-out, as does Phil Simpson for his wonderful iOS fonts.

And thanks to the friends who don’t get offended when I go into the deep, dark
Deadline Zone, and to my family (especially and most importantly, my partner
Betsy Book) for putting up with me during the long hours in the writing corner
with The UK 1940s Radio Station streaming forth from the Web.

—J.D. Biersdorfer

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 Introduction

APPLE ANNOUNCED THE ORIGINAL iPad on January 27, 2010, and the
consumer technology world hasn’t been the same since. Customers rushed
to buy the tablet, snapping up more than 300,000 the day it went on sale.
Competitors rushed to copy it, with Microsoft, Google, Samsung, Motorola,
Amazon, and others creating their own variations on the app-friendly touch-
screen device.

In the fall of 2013, Apple released the fifth generation of the iPad, a slimmed-
down full-size version dubbed the iPad Air, and the second version of its
smaller sidekick, the iPad Mini, now with a super-sharp Retina display.
Building on its success with the iPads that came before, this latest set of
iPads bring zippier processors, lots of free Apple software for work and play,
and the bright new iOS 7 operating system to the table.

Apple has now sold 170 million iPads. So why has the tablet proven so popu-
lar, even among its increased competition? One theory: The world has shifted
to an online and on-the-go lifestyle. Tablets and smartphones are outselling
traditional computers, and a thin Internet-connected device that can expertly
handle communications, entertainment, and school/business tasks—and look
extremely stylish to boot—is going to be a winner.

Apple embraced this “post-PC” world in 2011 with the arrival of its iCloud
service. You don’t have to connect your iPad to your computer to set it up,
fill it up, or back it up anymore. Your iPad can be your primary window to
the Internet for work, play, and cat videos—no bulky laptop needed, because
you’re living in an airy ecosystem where all your stuff is safely online, Up
There if you need it. Even your music, videos, and ebooks await you in iCloud.

And thanks to the 475,000 third-party tablet-specific apps available, the iPad
can move beyond being just a platter that serves up media and Web content.
In fact, it can pretty much be whatever you want it to be.

Come to think of it, that may be 475,00 more reasons why it’s still so popular.
 About This Book
The small card that Apple includes with each iPad is enough to get your tablet
up and running, charged, and ready to frolic on the Web. But you probably want
to know more about all the great things it can do and where to find its coolest
features. This book gives you more iPad info than that wee card. It’s neatly orga-
nized by task and topic, and it has nice big color pictures.

About→These→Arrows
Throughout this book, and throughout the Missing Manual series, you’ll find
sentences like this: “Tap Home→Settings→Wallpapers & Brightness→Choose
Wallpaper and then tap the photo you want to use.” That’s shorthand for a longer
set of instructions like this: “From the iPad’s Home screen, tap the Settings icon to
go the Settings screen. On the Settings screen, tap Wallpapers & Brightness and
then, on the screen that appears, tap Choose Wallpaper. On the next screen, tap the
photo you want to use.” Our shorthand system keeps things snappier than these
windy instructions do, and get you cruising on your iPad more quickly.

The Very Basics

You’ll learn how to interact with your iPad using its touchscreen in Chapter 2, but
you need to be familiar with a few desktop computer terms and concepts, too, so
you can use iTunes, the iPad’s media manager:

• Clicking. To click means to point the arrow cursor at something on the screen
and then to press and release the button on the mouse (or laptop trackpad). To
double-click, of course, means to click twice in rapid succession, again without
moving the cursor. To drag means to move the cursor while pressing the button.
On the iPad itself, a finger tap functions like a computer mouse click.

xiv Introduction
 When you’re told to Ctrl+click something on a Windows PC, or C-click
something on the Mac, you click while pressing the Ctrl or C key (both of
which you can find near each computer’s space bar).

• Menus. The menus are the words at the top of your screen: File, Edit, and so on.
Click one to make a list of commands appear, as though they’re written on a
window shade you just pulled down.

• Keyboard shortcuts. Jumping up to menus in iTunes takes time. That’s why

you’ll find keyboard quickies that perform the same functions sprinkled through-
out this book—Windows shortcuts first, followed by Mac shortcuts in paren-
theses, like this: “To quickly summon the Preferences box, press Ctrl+comma
(C-comma).”

Master these techniques and you’ll have all the technical background you need to
enjoy iPad: The Missing Manual.

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references to websites that offer additional resources. Each reference includes the
site’s URL, but you can save yourself some typing by going to this book’s Missing CD
page at http://missingmanuals.com/cds/ipadmm6e/. There, you’ll find clickable links
to the sites mentioned in this book.

The Missing CD page also offers corrections and updates to the book. To see them,
click the View Errata link. You’re invited to submit corrections and updates yourself
by clicking “Submit your own errata” on the same page. To keep this book as up
to date and accurate as possible, each time we print more copies, we’ll make any
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You’ll learn to: • Activate your iPad or
iPad Mini
• Wirelessly sync media to
your tablet
• Use iTunes to manage your
iPad’s contents
• Charge up the iPad’s battery
• Stretch battery life
 CHAPTER 1

Set Up Your iPad

SINCE ITS ARRIVAL FEWER than four years ago, Apple’s tablet com-
puter has been adopted by millions of people, and adapted in countless
ways, including as a gaming arcade, a laptop substitute, and a battery-
powered media machine that can both play—and make—movies. In
November 2013, the fifth version of the 10-inch iPad, now dubbed the
iPad Air, hit the scene. The second generation of the popular iPad Mini
also arrived, bringing with a faster processor and, best of all, a Retina
display that made everything on its 8-inch screen look twice as sharp as
the screen on the original 2012 Mini.

Whether it’s showcasing your vacation photos, plotting your position on

a 3D map, or describing faraway lands in travel apps like 1,000 Places
to See Before You Die, an iPad can whisk you away to new worlds. But
before you can take off with your new tablet, you need to set it up for the
first time, learn a few basic controls, charge its battery, and stock it with
media. That’s where this chapter comes in.

It’s said that a journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step. So let
your first step be setting up your new iPad. To do that, turn the page.
 Meet the iPad
THE FIRST IPAD APPEARED in the spring of 2010,
and the tablet’s been so popular that Apple has
updated it four times since, making the screen
sharper, the processor faster, and the syncing
more seamless. Apple debuted the iPad 2 in
2011. The third- and fourth-generaton iPads,
released in March and November 2012
respectively, sported the high-resolution
Retina display. And that fall 2012
release saw the debut of the iPad’s
little brother, the original iPad Mini.

In October 2013, after 170 million

iPads had been snapped up around the
world, Apple introduced its fifth-generation
full-size tablet, called the iPad Air, the lightest,
fastest iPad yet, available with a black or white
front. That same day, Apple added the super-sharp The iPad Air

Retina display to the iPad Mini (skip to page 4 to read

about the Mini’s capabilities).

While older iPad models still float around eBay, Apple and other outlets sell four
tablets as new these days: the iPad Air, the iPad 2 (an entry-level option at a
lower price), the original Pad Mini, and the Pad Mini with Retina display.

The iPad Air vs. the iPad 2

So what’s the difference between the two larger models, the
iPad Air and the iPad 2? Basically, it’s a matter of screen and
speed. The fifth-generation iPad sports a robust A7 proces-
sor, an M7 motion coprocessor that handles accelerometer and
compass duties, a high-definition Retina display with a thinner
frame around the screen, and a 5-megapixel back camera. This
iPad can record video at 1080p resolution with the rear camera
and at 720p with the front FaceTime camera; both resolutions
qualify as high-definition. The Air is available in four storage
capacities: 16 gigabytes (GB), 32 GB, 64 GB, and 128 GB. All
four iPads come in either WiFi-only or Wi-Fi + Cellular models.
Cellular-capable iPads can get online through zippy 4G LTE The iPad 2
networks when there’s no WiFi signal around.

The iPad 2, on the other hand, cruises along on a slower A5 processor and has a
screen that’s half the resolution of the Retina display, though it’s still crisp. It has

2 Chapter 1
a rear camera with around 1 megapixel of resolution for still photos (which isn’t
very sharp), but it can record video at a resolution of 720p. The iPad 2 is only
available with a 16 GB drive, but it comes in both Wi-Fi and Wi-Fi + 3G models; the
latter gets online via a wireless network or by tapping into the slower 3G cellular
networks from AT&T or Verizon. With its more modest specs, the
iPad 2 is the cheapest 10-inch iPad, but it still runs the apps and media in your life.

What’s In the Box

No matter which iPad you bought, big or small, you get the same components
inside its glossy white box. Beyond the tablet itself, here’s what awaits you when
you shred the shrinkwrap:

• A white USB cable. The Retina display iPad and the Mini use the smaller
Lightning connector on one end, while the iPad 2 uses the big Dock
Connector plug.

• A square-shaped USB power adapter for charging the iPad’s battery.

• A little card of basic quick-start information that’s not nearly as fun or as

colorful as this book.

NOTE
If you have a Wi-Fi + Cellular iPad (AT&T, Verizon, Sprint, or T-Mobile) or an iPad with 3G
service from AT&T, you’ll find a tiny piece of wire that looks like a paperclip stuck to the pamphlet
that came with your iPad. This highly technical piece of gear serves one purpose: to open the
micro-SIM card tray on a 4G/3G iPad (Verizon iPad 2 models don’t use SIM cards). You insert the pin
into a tiny hole on the left edge of the iPad to pop open the tray. SIM cards (short for Subscriber
Identity Module) store information about your cellular account. The Mini’s card is so tiny it’s called a
nano-SIM card, but you may wonder why you even need to eject the card. Usually, you don’t—un-
less the iPad has 4G/3G troubles and you need to replace the card, or you travel internationally and
want to pop in a card from a local carrier. See page 75 for more on global iPad travel.

Set Up Your iPad 3

 Meet the iPad Mini

WHEN THE ORIGINAL IPAD debuted in 2010, Apple executives said the 10-inch
screen and general form factor worked best for the tablet experience and that
the company had no plans to make a smaller model. Still, that didn’t stop the
rumor blogs from speculating that a smaller iPad would eventually come along—
especially as 7-inch tablets from Amazon, Google, and Samsung began to take a
big chomp out of Apple’s tablet market share and juicy profits.

Finally, after years of rumors, leaks, and blogger wishes swirling around every
press conference, Apple announced a smaller version of the iPad in October
2012. The new model was officially dubbed the iPad Mini and it went on to snag
60% of total quarterly iPad sales in its first year, according to some analysts.

The Mini was a hit, and the thing people most wished for—a sharper screen—was
granted in November 2013, when the Mini with Retina display landed.

In a way, Apple’s broadened iPad line repeats the company’s history with its
iPod music players. The original player arrived in 2001, and then, in 2004, Apple
released a smaller version called the iPod Mini. That Mini did pretty much every-
thing the regular iPod could do, all while being smaller and more colorful.

Just as the iPod Mini ran the same operating system, played the same music,
and had the same buttons and switches as its big brother, so does the iPad Mini.
This smaller iPad runs the same internal software (iOS 7), plays all the same
media files and apps, and has the same arrangement of buttons, ports, and
switches as the iPad Air.

In fact, the iPad Air and iPad Mini are so similar, this book often refers to every-
thing in Apple’s tablet line as “iPad.”

4 Chapter 1
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 "And not the least pleasant part of a play," said Mr. Anerley,
dogmatically, as he fingered one of his wine-glasses, "is the supper after.
You come out of the gas and the heat into a cool, fresh room; and—and
—waiter! bring some ice, please."
"Yes, sir."
 CHAPTER IX.
THE COUNT'S BROTHER.

On that same evening Herr Graf von Schönstein dined with his
brother, Mr. John Hubbard, at his residence, Rose Villa, Haverstock
Hill. The Count, since his grand accession to fortune, was not a
frequent visitor at his brother's house; but when he did go there he
was treated with much deference and apparent kindness.
There were at dinner only the Count, his brother, his brother's
wife, and her sister. When the two ladies rose to go into the
drawing-room, Mrs. Hubbard said to the Count, who had sprung to
the door:
"Pray don't leave us two poor creatures all to ourselves; you
may smoke in the drawing-room whenever you please to come in."
"Jack," said the Count, returning to the table and pulling out his
cigar-case, "that wife of yours is an angel."
And so she was an angel—that is, a being without predicates.
She was a mild, colourless, pretty woman, never out of temper,
never enthusiastic, absolutely ignorant of everything beyond
drawing-room accomplishments, scarcely proud even of her smooth,
light-brown hair, her blue eyes, and rounded cheeks. She knew, of
course, that there were few women of her age looked so well and so
young; she did not know to attribute that rotundity and youthfulness
of face to her easy temperament, her good disposition, and lack of
brain. Mrs. John Hubbard was conscious of thinking seriously only
upon one subject; and that was whether the Count, her brother-in-
law, could be induced to marry her sister, or whether he would
remain unmarried, and leave his large fortune to her eldest boy
Alexander, a young gentleman of eight, who now, in Highland dress,
was about to sit down to the piano and delight his mother and aunt
with a staccato rendering of "La ci darem la mano."
There were reasons why Mrs. Hubbard should be disquieted
upon this point.
"Quite an angel," said the Count, oracularly. "But we mustn't go
into the drawing-room just yet. I want to talk to you, Jack, about
that young lady, you know."
"Miss Brunel?"
"Yes. Will you mind my taking a glass of that pale port of yours
with my cigar? I know it's a shame, but——"
"Don't mention it, Fred; I wish you'd come oftener and try it."
John Hubbard straightened himself up in the wide easy chair,
and prepared to receive his brother's disclosures or questions on a
matter which was deeply interesting to them both. John was very
unlike his stout, pompous brother; a thin little man, with grey hair
and grey eyes; troubled by a certain twitching of the eyebrows, and
affected generally by a weak and extremely nervous constitution. An
avaricious man who sees his younger brother become possessed of
thirty thousand a year, which he himself expected to get, generally
exhibits other than fraternal feelings; but whatever John Hubbard
may have felt, the fact remains, that so soon as his brother Frederick
became the undoubted owner of this money, he, John, began to
observe towards him a severe deference and courtesy. When the
Count went to dine at Rose Villa, there were no tricks played upon
him in the matter of wine. The claret-cup was not composed of
"sudden death," at ten shillings a dozen, with a superabundance of
water, and cucumber peel instead of borage. The dry sherry was not
removed with the fish, in the hope that the dulled after-dinner palate
might accept some Hambro' decoction with equanimity. One wine
was pretty much the same as another wine to the Count von
Schönstein; but he was pleased to know that his brother thought so
much of him as to be regardless of expense.
"Are you quite sure, Jack," said the younger brother, drawing his
chair near, "that nobody, beyond those you mentioned to me, knows
who Miss Brunel is?"
"As far as I know, Fred; as far as I know," said the other, in an
injured querulous tone. "I can't hold myself responsible, and I'm not
infallible."
"In a matter of this kind," said the Count, smiling benignly,
"most people seem to think that Cayley and Hubbard are infallible.
They say you are the repositories of all the scandals of the
aristocracy; and that you might turn England upside down by
publishing what you know. But I daresay that's exaggerated. Now,
don't you think that some one who remembers that story of twenty-
five years ago, and happens to see Miss Brunel, might recognise the
resemblance between her and her mother, and then begin to inquire
into the affair?"
There was a strong twitching of John Hubbard's eyebrows. He
was far from being a good-tempered man; and to be compelled to
sit and play the hypocrite was almost too much for him. He saw
clearly whither these questions tended. He knew his brother's ruling
passion; he knew there was nothing he would not do to be admitted
among those people who had refused to recognise his purchased
title. Again and again he had inwardly cursed his folly in telling the
Count the story of Annie Napier and her daughter; that breach of
professional confidence was likely to lose his family thirty thousand a
year. Can one conceive a more tantalising position for a narrow-
minded and avaricious man to assume than the involuntary
prompting and guidance of a scheme which is likely, in the most
gratuitous way, to deceive his own most dearly cherished hopes? If
some one else had suggested to the Count a marriage with Miss
Brunel as a possible passport to society, John Hubbard would not
have been so chagrined. He would have been able to dissuade his
brother from the step with such reasons as he could discover. But he
had himself told the Count the real history of Annie Brunel; he was
compelled to furnish him with all sorts of information; and saw,
through his own instrumentality, that money slipping out of his
fingers which otherwise might have been his or his son's.
"I have explained it to you before, Fred," he said, patiently. "Old
Mr. Cayley, who went out to America to see the Marquis of
Knottingley's wife, lives down in Suffolk, where he is not likely to
meet people who have much interest in Miss Brunel. Besides, he has
a very fine sense of honour in these matters, and would not break a
pledge he gave to Miss Brunel's mother, not to seek in any way to
induce her daughter to leave the stage. And you know the people
who knew of the marriage were very few; and most of them are
dead. Mr. Palk is in his dotage, and lives in Westmoreland. Then who
is likely to remember Miss Napier's appearance: or to perceive a
likeness between her and Miss Brunel beyond the casual likenesses
which occur constantly on the stage? I believe I could count on my
ten fingers all the people who know who Miss Brunel really is.
There's my wife—one; old Mr. Cayley—two; Cayley, my partner—
three; you yourself——"
He stopped; for his brother was evidently not listening to him.
So pre-occupied was the Count, indeed, that he broke the ash off
the end of his cigar upon the edge of his wine-glass, allowing the
ash to fall into the port.
"I hope I haven't poisoned you with some of my wines," said
John Hubbard, with a thin laugh.
"I beg your pardon!" said his brother, reaching over for another
glass; "I really didn't know what I was about. The whole affair
seems to me so romantic and impossible—like a play, you know, or
something of that sort. I can scarcely believe it; and yet you lawyer
fellows must sometimes meet with such cases."
"I have one of my people down in Southend just now, trying if
he can trace anything about a woman and her child who, we believe,
lived there eighteen years ago. If we find her, a curious story will
come out. But I never in the whole course of my life heard of any
woman, except Miss Napier, who refused a title and a fortune, which
were by right her own. I suppose the common-sense of actresses
gets poisoned by the romantic sentiment in which they live and
breathe."
"If you mean as regards money," said the Count, with a
patronising smile, "I can assure you that most actresses have an
uncommonly small proportion of sentiment and a very tolerable
share of sense. Miss Brunel's mother must have been an
extraordinary woman in many respects—what you and I would
consider a fool, though many people would give her folly a fine
name. Now, about revealing this secret, to Miss Brunel, don't you
think some of the Marquis's relatives might do that?"
"They would cut their fingers off first," said John Hubbard, with
nervous decision. "They knew every action of her mother after she
left this country—so old Mr. Cayley told me; they now watch her
daughter closely, and try to discover everything they can about her;
and their intensest hope is that she may never learn what a splendid
property lies at her command, so that it may revert to them or their
heirs, as the will directs. And what a property it is, Fred!"
"Ah! I suppose so," said the Count, with a sigh.
To do him justice, he did not consider so much as another might
have done the money he would get by marrying Miss Brunel: his
desire to marry her was wholly selfish, but the selfishness was
begotten of no greed of money.
"The trustees are as diligent in looking after the property as
though it were to be given up to-morrow. And how those rents
accumulate! It was Lord Belsford who proposed to use up some of
the money in buying off the mortgages which still hung over the
Northamptonshire estate from the time of the Marquis's father; and
now that has been done, it is nothing but a huge machine turning
out money for nobody's use."
The little nervous lawyer seemed to be quite overwhelmed by
the contemplation of such a thing. If he had had the option of
becoming the proprietor of this valuable coining machine, he would
not have allowed the opportunity to pass. And even now it occurred
to him that in the event of his brother marrying Miss Brunel, and
acquiring this vast wealth, the Count might, out of gratitude for the
service done him in the matter, leave his thirty thousand pounds a
year to the young gentleman in the adjoining drawing-room. The
alternative was possible, but it was remote; John Hubbard would
vastly have preferred his brother remaining unmarried.
"You know why I am so anxious to know all about this matter,
Jack," said the Count, uneasily.
His brother nodded.
"It is a hazardous thing—seems to me almost impossible,"
continued the Count—and he was never tired of reiterating his
doubts on the subject—"that such a fortune and title should belong
to anybody without their knowing it."
"It was her mother's wish," said John Hubbard.
"Oh, I know," said the Count, "that she has been brought up to
regard with apprehension every one out of her profession; and I
know she believes that under no circumstances ought she to leave
the stage. And yet I fancy she will not be very grateful either to her
mother, or to old Mr. Cayley, or to the trustees, for keeping her in
ignorance of her good fortune. And if she should consent to be my
wife, she will probably accuse me of having used the secret for my
own purpose."
The Count spoke as if such an accusation would do him a great
injury. But the possibility of the future he had chalked out for himself
drove away this ugly after-thought. He became quite excited. His
face was flushed; his hand trembled as he lifted his glass.
"God knows," he said, earnestly, "that it is not her money I
want. I'm not a fortune-hunter."
"You have a lot of money," said his brother, gently; while he
watched his face with those mild grey eyes. "If you were to marry
Miss Brunel, you could afford to part with what you have now."
 "What do you take me for?" said the Count, with a touch of
virtuous indignation. "If I were to marry Miss Brunel, I should insist
on her settling all her money on herself. I have enough to live upon,
thank God!"
John Hubbard's mind was made up on the spot.
"You will never marry Miss Brunel, Fred," he said, quietly.
"Why?" said the other, suddenly putting down the glass he had
been lifting.
"Simply because her relatives on the father's side won't allow
it."
"You said they——"
"They are content to say nothing while they hope to secure the
reversion of the property through Miss Brunel's dying intestate," said
John Hubbard, calmly, though his eyebrows were twitching
nervously. "When, however, they understand that you, a brother of
mine, and therefore likely to know how matters stand, are about to
marry Miss Brunel, they will inform her of her true position, and
implore her not to marry a man beneath her in rank. And you know,
Fred, they will be able to point to your previous silence as a witness
against you."
The first impulse of Count Schönstein was to dart an angry
glance at the pale, quiet little man before him, as though the latter
had dealt him an unprovoked blow; then, when he saw in his
brother's calm face only corroborative testimony of the appalling
truth he had uttered, the Count leant back in his chair, unable to
conceal his fright and dismay.
At that moment, Master Alexander entered the room, and said:
 "Please, Uncle Frederick, mamma says coffee is in the drawing-
room, and will you come and have some?"
"Yes, yes, my boy," said the Count, jumping up from his chair.
He scarcely knew what he was about. John Hubbard rose also,
and then they walked into the drawing-room, where Mrs. Hubbard
saw something in her brother-in-law's face which she not
unnaturally, but quite wrongly, attributed to his having taken too
much wine.
Miss Fleet, Mrs. Hubbard's sister, was singing a certain popular
ballad, expressing her wish that the laird might marry the lady of
high degree, and declaring that, for her part, she would sooner
dance upon the green with Donald. Miss Fleet's voice trembled
consciously when the Count entered the room. She was a fine,
roseate, country-looking woman of twenty-six or twenty-seven,
much coarser and stouter than her elder sister; and she sang with
those broad alternations of piano and forte which some girls, and
nearly all actresses, consider to be effective. Miss Fleet, now that the
Count had come in, simply roared in the louder passages, and then
subsided into an almost inaudible whisper when she meant to be
particularly tender.
"Thank you—thank you," said the Count, absently, when she
had finished; but her ear detected no particular emphasis in the
words for which she had been waiting.
Rose Villa was not a large place, but it possessed the advantage
of being enclosed; and from the drawing-room one could slip out
into a small garden which was quite surrounded and guarded by a
row of trees. The Count sate at the French window leading out into
this garden; and was so forgetful of all common politeness as to
stare persistently out into the darkness, where the tall black trees
were grouped in masses against the faint twinkling sky.
Like a government suddenly knocked out of its reckoning by an
adverse vote, he "wished to consider his position." There had been
plenty of difficulties in the way before; but this last stumbling-block
so cruelly pointed out by his brother seemed the most irremovable
of all. In a moment of temporary spleen, he was almost ready to
give the whole thing up; and return to——
Then a vision of that lonely great house near St. Mary-Kirby
arose before him, and he shrank from the weariness and dullness of
his life there, from the restless hoping against hope which he had
pursued there, from the constant disappointments following his best-
directed efforts.
If he were to marry the girl, would not his path be clear?
Beautiful in person, graceful in manner, with an intellect a thousand
times superior to that of any woman she was likely to meet, he
would have every reason to be proud of his wife; and then, as the
husband of Lady Annie Ormond, the only daughter of the Marquis of
Knottingley, and the owner of those fine estates which had such
tempting shooting, would not their friendship be sought after and
valued by the very persons who now, taking their cue from the Lord
Chamberlain, doubtless, were graceless enough to look upon him as
an interloper or adventurer?
Not by means of any chain of philosophic reasoning, but
through a bitter experience, Count Schönstein had arrived at the
conclusion that a large sum of money, per se, was not happiness. It
was doubtless very well that he could have the finest wines and
cigars, drive in comfortable vehicles, and be unhampered in
spending money ostentatiously; but even when he was only a tea-
broker, he had a modest brougham, such wine and cigars as he
required, and spent quite as much in fashionable charities as he did
now. He had found out that a man cannot, by doubling his income,
eat two dinners a day instead of one. With thirty thousand a year he
could drink no more wine than was possible to him when his annual
income was to be counted in hundreds. Consequently he got tired of
material pleasures which could not be increased; and sometimes he
even ceased to enjoy boasting of the high prices he paid for such
luxuries as he used. Like every other human being, he was forced to
fix his desires upon something he did not possess; and he stupidly
chose a difficult thing. Unaided, he might as well have sought to get
up a crusade among Scotchmen for the restoration of the sacred
stone which now rests in Westminster Abbey. He had set his heart
upon gaining admission to the aristocracy; and the moon for which
he cried was to be reached by no ladder of his making.
Mrs. Hubbard thought he was ill. Having attentively but covertly
regarded him for some time, she went to her husband, who was
getting himself another cup of coffee.
"John," she whispered, "has your brother been drinking Miss
Betham's sherry by mistake?"
"No, my dear: how could he? There was none on the table."
Off goes Master Alexander to his uncle.
"Uncle Frederick, mamma wants to know if you've been drinking
Miss Betham's sherry."
"If you will tell mo who Miss Betham is, I shall be able to——"
"Don't you know Miss Betham, our governess? She has some
sherry every day for lunch, and nobody else will take the sherry
that's kept for her, and——"
"Never mind the boy," said John Hubbard, coming hastily
forward, with an awkward laugh. "It was only a joke. I said you
looked as dull as though you'd been drinking Miss Betham's sherry;
we do keep a light wholesome wine for her, and for the servants,
when they get ill, you know."
Master Alexander said nothing; but he resolved to inform Miss
Betham of the "crammer" his papa had made use of. Nor did Uncle
Frederick care to ask how a light and wholesome wine (which in
reality would have blushed at the sight of a grape) was likely to have
made him ill.
The Count rose abruptly, opened the glass door, and, without a
word of apology to the ladies, beckoned his brother to follow. They
passed out into the garden, and the Count began to pace heavily up
and down the gravelled pathway under the trees.
"I can't afford to give up this so easily as you seem to think,
Jack," he said; and he spoke roughly and angrily.
"I always knew you had a strong will, Frederick," said his
brother, gently.
"I've set my heart on it, I tell you. What's the use of my money
to me? D—n it, Jack, I might as well be down in Thames Street
again!"
"Few people would grumble if they had your good luck," said
the elder brother, in his mildest voice.
"I don't care what few people, or what many people, would do.
I know that when I make up my mind to a thing, I stick to it; and
instead of you sitting quietly by and throwing obstacles in my way,
the least you ought to do would be to help me."
 "You're very unfair, Fred," said John Hubbard, in an injured
tone; "wasn't I the first to tell you about Miss Brunel? And now——"
"And now you try to throw cold water on the whole business.
But I am not a child. Miss Brunel's friends may be very aristocratic
and very fine; but they have not all the power in their hands. Look
here, Jack, what's to prevent my marrying Miss Brunel before they
know anything about it? And after the marriage is over they may
make what disclosures they please; I shall be beforehand with
them."
"Are you sure that Miss Brunel will marry you, Fred?" said his
brother, insidiously.
The Count laughed out, in his stormy and contemptuous way:
"Your brain has been turned, Jack, by hearing of that one
actress who refused a lot of money. Take my word for it, you will
never hear of another. If I offer Annie Brunel Balnacluith Place, my
house in Bayswater, the place over in Baden, what horses and
carriages she pleases, with as much company at home and gadding
about abroad as she can wish for, I am not very apprehensive about
her answer. When we were younger, Jack, we could have imagined
some Joan of Arc declining these things; but now we know better."
"It is a strong temptation," said his brother, absently: he did not
like to say how very uncertain he considered Annie Brunel's
acceptance of the offer.
"And, besides," added the Count, with virtuous warmth, "I do
not think I flatter myself when I look upon the money as not the
only inducement. I'll make as good a husband to her as any one I
know; and I don't think my disposition is quarrelsome or niggardly.
And besides, Jack, she must remember that it is not every one who
would marry an actress, and consent never to look into her past life,
which in the case of an actress must have been made up of a good
many experiences, you know. Of course I don't mean to depreciate
her. She is doubtless a very honest, and good, and ladylike girl; but
still—she mustn't expect too much."
And the Count was quite sincere in making this ingenuous
speech. He rather considered himself a praiseworthy person in
stooping to this unequal match. He had not the least perception of
the selfishness of the view he took of the whole matter. It was quite
natural to him to think only of his own ends and purposes, and he
took no shame to himself for it. He never for a moment regarded the
scheme from her point of view, nor stayed to inquire what might be
the possible results of it where she was concerned. He did not even
consider what her regard for him would probably be after she
discovered the reasons which had induced him to marry her; nor
that she was likely to have little respect for a man who had played
upon her ignorance to further his own designs. The Count was
conscious of acting quite honestly (to his own nature), and never
thought that any one would accuse him of deceit in so doing.

CHAPTER X.
MISS BRUNEL AT HOME.

Will Anerley did not forget his promise to visit Annie Brunel, but he
seemed in no hurry to fulfil it. Had he been a young man about
town, the temptation of having something special to say at his club
or at dancing parties about the new actress, of whom everybody
was talking, would have proved too much for him. When a man,
however, spends most of his dancing years abroad, and gets a good
deal knocked about the world, he ceases to long for the petty
celebrity of social gossip, and has no great desire to become a
temporary hero among a lot of well-meaning but not very profound
people, who are sure to mispronounce his name and take him for
somebody else.
It happened one morning, however, that he had been invited to
breakfast with a noble lord, then in the government, who was
desirous of getting some special information wherewith to confound
an opposition member who had given notice of his intention to ask a
particularly ugly question in the House. His lordship thanked Will
heartily for his kindness, hoped he might be able to return the
service in some slight way; hinted something about a day's fishing if
Anerley happened to be in the neighbourhood of a place of which he
had never heard before; and then proceeded to get in order the
catapult with which he hoped that evening to demolish the indiscreet
member.
Having nothing particular to do just then, Will thought he would
take a stroll in Kensington Gardens, and proceeded to take a short
cut in that direction. Passing a little cul-de-sac of a street, which had
not above half-a-dozen houses on each side, it struck him that the
name on the wall was familiar to him. He then remembered that this
was the place in which Annie Brunel lived; and thinking the occasion
very opportune, he turned the corner and walked down to the
proper house. They were very pretty little houses, with white pillars
and porticoes draped with Virginian creepers, and with a good many
trees around them. Miss Brunel had been fortunate enough to get
the offer of one of these houses, furnished, at a moderate rent, and
she and Mrs. Christmas had decided at once to accept it. It was a
quiet little place, pleasantly situated, with a tolerably large garden
behind.
Will passed inside the gate, and was about to ascend the steps,
when the door above was opened, and a young lady came out of the
house. Somehow he fancied he had seen her before—where, he
knew not. She was rather an attractive-looking little person, with a
pert, slightly up-turned nose, big and rather wicked blue eyes, short,
loose brown curls, and a decided look of violet-powder about her
forehead and neck. The saucy bright eyes looked at Will for a
moment with a bold familiar glance, and there was a shadow of a
smile on her pretty lips.
Of course he took off his hat, and muttered something like
"Good morning."
"Good morning," she said, holding out her hand, and looking at
him with those dangerous blue eyes. "Don't you remember me?"
The moment he heard the voice, he recognised it. It was the
thrilling voice of "Perseus," of "Good-for-nothing" Nan, of "Peggy
Green," of "The Little Rebel," of "Mrs. White," of "Fatima," of "Rose
Dufard"—of Nelly Featherstone. Had her eyelashes been caked with
cosmetique, her lips reddened with salve, and the violet-powder of
her face tempered with glycerine and rouge, he would have
recognised her at once; but there was a good deal of difference
between Miss Featherstone in morning costume, with cold daylight
on her face, and Miss Featherstone in the dashing and glittering
garments of "Conrad the Corsair," with the glare of the footlights on
her forced complexion and brilliant ornaments. For the rest, he had
only heard of her as a good and well-meaning little girl, to whom
Nature had given a deadly pair of eyes and a warm temperament.
He was at first rather taken aback by her proffered friendship; but a
few commonplaces relieved him from the predicament. She gave
him a parting smile full of sweetness; and he went up to the door,
and entered the house, leaving his card with the servant.
Presently Mrs. Christmas entered the drawing-room, and said
that Miss Brunel would be glad to see him out in the garden, where
she was then engaged.
"You seem to have been ill, Mrs. Christmas," said Will. "I hope
that wild adventure upon Hounslow Heath had nothing to do with
it."
"Indeed, I'm afraid it had, Mr. Anerley," said the little woman,
whose bright eyes were unnaturally bright, her face also being
unusually pale. "I have never been well since; but old folks like me
mustn't complain, you know, Mr. Anerley. We mustn't complain if we
get ill at times."
"I'm sorry you've been ill. You ought to go and live in the warm
fresh air of the country, when the summer's fully in."
"I've never left Miss Annie for a day since her mother died, Mr.
Anerley; and I'm not going to forsake her now. It would be hard on
both of us."
"But she might go with you?"
"That's easy saying."
They went out and crossed a little bit of lawn, which had a few
vases upon it, and here and there a plot of spring annuals. A short
distance down the side-path they came to a small summer-house,
which was arched over with a piece of light framework; and in front
of this framework stood Annie Brunel, on a chair, tying up with loops
of string the bright-leaved creepers, which were yet in their erratic
youth. Her hands were busy over her head, and her face was
upturned, showing the fine outline of her neck and figure—a
shapeliness of bust which was not lessened by a tight-fitting and
pretty morning dress, which Will thought the most graceful thing he
had ever seen, particularly as it caught streaks of sunlight now and
again through the diamond spaces above.
When he went up to her and shook hands with her, he fancied
he observed a slight tinge of embarrassment in her face; but that
quickly wore off, and she returned to her usual bright happiness of
manner, continuing her work by fits and snatches. And every
position into which her beautiful figure fell seemed more admirable
than its predecessor.
"I wonder," thought Will, "if any man ever lifted her down from
the saddle; and did he immediately die of joy?"
Perhaps he was sorry at the moment that one's descent from a
chair is so obviously an easy feat.
"I'm doing this out of pure mischief," she said, "and earning for
myself such heaps of muttered scolding and ill will. The gardener
comes to us twice a week; and he is quite savage if I have meddled
with anything in the meantime. I can't pacify him. I have tried every
means; but he is too obdurate. Miss Featherstone says I ought to
hire a young gardener, and I might have the garden done any way I
wished."
"Sulky servants are always the best servants," said Will, rather
absently; for the clear, dark Italian face, and the bright smile, and
the white teeth, oppressed him with a vague, delicious melancholy.
"But a gardener, whether he is good or bad, is always sulky. My
mother is afraid to touch one of the plants in the greenhouse until it
is half withered; and when some people come, and she carries off a
lot of the plants for the hall and dinner-table, she trembles to meet
the old man next morning. I suppose gardeners get so fond of their
flowers as to be jealous, and jealousy is always cross. By-the-bye,
wasn't that Miss Featherstone who left as I came in?"
"Yes."
"I scarcely knew her. In fact, I only saw her once before off the
stage—at that supper; and yet she was kind enough to bid me good
morning."
"Then she must have thought you were a newspaper
gentleman," said Mrs. Christmas, with a good-natured little laugh.
"She is very partial to them. And that one she knows just now
teaches her such dreadful things, and the heedless girl repeats them
wherever she goes, to make people laugh. What was it she said this
morning, Miss Annie?—that on St. Patrick's Day there were so many
wicked things done in Ireland, that the recording angel had to take
to shorthand."
"Well, Lady Jane," said Miss Brunel, "you need not have
repeated what she said; and it's very wrong of you to say anything
against poor Nelly, who is a warm-hearted, mad little creature."
"She's not so simple as she looks," said Mrs. Christmas, nodding
her head sagaciously. "I am an old woman, and I know. And the way
she uses that poor young gentleman—him in the government office,
who was at the supper, you know, Mr. Anerley—is downright
shameful. She told me this morning that he made her swear on an
open prayer-book never to put bismuth on her arms or neck again; I
suppose because he expects to marry her, and doesn't want to have
her all shrivelled up, and bismuth is very bad, you know, for that;
and that newspaper gentleman whom she knows said, whenever she
wanted to quarrel with the poor young man, and make him believe
that she had perjured herself all for the love of shiny white arms,
she ought to——!"
"Mr. Anerley," said the young girl, looking down from her work,
"will you silence that talkative child by giving it a piece of sugar?
What must you think of us actresses if she goes on like that?"
"She—bah!" said the old woman, in a melodramatic whisper,
with a nod towards Miss Brunel. "She knows no more of Nelly
Featherstone and the rest of 'em than an infant does. They don't talk
to her like they do to an old woman like me."
"Now I have finished," said the young lady, jumping lightly
down from the chair (Will did not even get the chance of taking her
hand), "and we'll go inside, if you please."
"Shall I bring in the chair?" asked Will.
"Oh, no! We leave the old thing out here: it is for no other use."
Somehow it seemed to be quite a valuable chair in his eyes: he
would have given a good deal to be its owner just then.
As they got indoors, Mrs. Christmas went upstairs, and Will
followed Annie Brunel into the drawing-room, which was rather
prettily furnished, and had a good deal of loose music scattered
about the tables and piano. He had been in finer drawing-rooms,
with grander ladies; and yet he had never before felt so rough and
uncultivated. He wished he had looked particularly at his hair and
moustache before corning out, and hoped they were not very
matted, and loose, and reckless—which they certainly were. Indeed,
he looked like some stalwart and bronzed seaman who had just
come off a long voyage, and who seemed to regard with a sort of
wonder the little daintinesses of land-life.
"I thought you had quite run away with my sis——, with that
young lady, the other evening when she went to see you," he said.
"You would have been sorry for that," she replied, with a quiet
smile.
Will was not at all so pleased with the gentle motherly tone in
which she uttered these words as he ought to have been. She
seemed to take it for granted that his love-secret was known to her;
he would have preferred—without any particular reason—its not
being known.
"What a gentle, loveable girl she is!" continued the young
actress. "I never knew any one who so thoroughly won me over in a
few minutes. She was so sweet, and quiet, and frank; one could tell
by her face everything she thought. She must be very sensitive and
affectionate; I hope so tender a creature will never have to suffer
much. And you—you must be very proud of her."
"We all are."
Miss Brunel widened her eyes slightly, but said nothing.
"By the way," said Will, with an evident effort, "I gathered
together a number of Suabian peasant-songs when I was out there,
which I should like to hear you sing. I know you will like them, they
are so tender and simple. Dove has tried one or two of them, but
her voice is scarcely low and full enough for them——"
"Dove is your sister's name, is it not?"
"Yes."
 "And how do you know I can sing at all?" she asked, with a
smile.
"As well ask a star if it has light," said he, warmly.
"You have lived too long in the East," she retorted, gently.
When Mrs. Christmas came into the room at that moment, there
was a slight constraint visible upon both the young people. Will felt
that he had gone a little too far; while Annie Brunel seemed to think
that she had rather rudely warned him off such dangerous ground.
The danger was not in the words, but in his tone.
Mrs. Christmas had just received an East London local paper, in
which some youthful poet had poured forth his rhapsodies over
Annie Brunel and her 'Juliet.' There was nothing remarkable in the
verses, except that the author hoped to meet Miss Brunel in heaven.
This was natural enough. The almost inevitable climax of a
commonplace poem is heaven, simply because heaven is the only
idealism of commonplace minds. It is almost a matter of necessity,
therefore, that hymns should end with "above," or "Eden," or
"Paradise;" and that magazine poets should lay down their pen with
a sigh of relief when they have left their readers somewhere among
the fixed stars.
"It is kind of him to suppose that an actress may get to heaven
at all," said Annie Brunel, when Mrs. Christmas had read the verses.
Once or twice before Will had remarked this tendency towards
bitterness of feeling in the young girl's contemplation of the non-
professional world. He could not divine its cause. He was vexed to
see it; and now he said, boldly:
"You ought not to speak like that, Miss Brunel. You wrong both
yourself and those of whom you speak. You really have imbibed—I
don't know how—a singular prejudice against people out of your
own profession."
"Don't they refuse in France to bury actors in consecrated
ground?"
"If they did, the freaks of a clergy should never be blamed upon
the people of any country. I suppose the priests, through the use of
the confessional, were so dismayed about the prospects of their
charge in the next world, that they thought this distinction the only
piece of worldly consolation they could give them. But indeed, Miss
Brunel, you must abandon that touch of Bohemianism which you
unconsciously allow to escape you sometimes, and which is unfair to
——"
"I won't have you argue for these people," she said, with a
smile. "I was glad you came here this morning, for I want to win you
over to us. Didn't I say, Lady Jane, when I first met him, that he was
so unlike the other—what shall I call them?—outsiders? Well,
perhaps it is foolish of me to talk about these people, for I know
nothing whatever of them; but I have been educated to consider
them as so much raw material to be deluded and impressed by
stage effect, and I shall never be able to regard them as anything
else than strangers. Haven't you seen the little girl in pink cotton and
spangles who stands by while her father is performing tricks before
a lot of village people? Haven't you seen her watch all the faces
round, calculating the effect of the performance, and wondering how
much it will produce in halfpence? No, you needn't laugh: that is
precisely my attitude and feeling towards the public."
"You may tell that to one who has never seen you on the
stage," said Will. "I know that you have no more thought of
calculating the effect of what you are doing than the music of a
violin has."
"That is because I am then a performer myself, and have to
attend to my business. When I stand in one of the entrances, and
hear the buzz of the theatre, I say to myself, 'My big children up
there in the boxes, you have paid so much to be amused, and you
don't care much for me; but in a few minutes I'll have you all as
quiet as mice, and in a few minutes more I'll have the prettiest and
best among you crying.'"
"My poor Dove's eyes were tremulous all the evening after
seeing you," he said.
"I like to hear you speak kindly of her," she replied, looking him
straight in the face with her clear and frank eyes. "She will need all
the tenderness that friends can give her to make her life a happy
one."
Will felt a dull sense of pain at his heart (why, he knew not) on
hearing these true and touching words: somehow he fancied there
was a sympathy almost prophetic in them.
"Come," she said, briskly, as she rose and went to the piano, "I
am going to put you to the test. I make all my new friends submit to
it; and according as they pass through it I regard them afterwards. I
am going to play three funeral marches—Handel's, Beethoven's, and
Mendelssohn's. When the person experimented on prefers a certain
one of them, I consider her—I have not tried the experiment on a
gentleman as yet—merely emotional and commonplace; therefore I
don't care much for her. If she likes a certain other one, I think she
is rather more intellectual, with some dramatic sensitiveness; and
then I like her a good deal better. When she likes the third, then I
think she must have the divinest sympathies, and I am ready to fall
in love with her."
She had sat down to the piano.
"But the peril of failure is too great; I dare not risk it," said Will.
"It is as hard a trial as the three caskets in the 'Merchant of Venice;'
only, if the prize were to be the same, the chance——"
He had spoken quite thoughtlessly; but he saw in a moment, by
the pain and confusion of the young actress, what a blunder he had
made.
"Pray don't mind what I said, Miss Brunel," he urged. "I was
talking to you without thinking, as I should have talked to Dove. I
will submit to the three funeral marches, if you like——"
"I will spare you," she said, good-naturedly. "If you had some of
your Suabian songs here just now, I should sing them to you. But
really it seems a pity to use up such fine weather indoors; are you
particularly engaged to-day?"
"I have no engagement if I can be of service to you."
"Mr. Anerley, I am neither a bulbul nor a gazelle. Shall I be
trespassing on your time if I ask you to take a walk with me?"
"No."
"Lady Jane—Mrs. Christmas, I mean—and I take a stroll under
the trees in Kensington Gardens every forenoon when I have no
rehearsal."
"And I," said Will, "was on my way to the same place, for the
same purpose, when I happened to see the name of the street, and
thought I might venture to trespass on your patience."
So she went and dressed; and then together they passed out
into the open air and the sunlight.
 Will Anerley left that house a very different man from him who
had entered it an hour and a half before. Nor was he conscious of
the change.

CHAPTER XI.
IN THE PARK.

He only knew that he experienced a subtle pleasure in listening to

the talk of this young girl, in watching the varying expression of her
face, in admiring her beautiful eyes. The easy and graceful
friendship they both seemed to entertain for each other was the
simplest, most natural thing in the world. There could be no danger
in it. Anerley's life had been too full of action to give him the deadly
gift of introspection; but in no possible mood of self-analysis could
he have regarded the temporary satisfaction of being near to and
talking with the young actress as anything else than a pleasant and
ordinary and harmless accident. He never for a moment dreamed of
its producing any great result. Had the thing been suggested to him,
he would have replied that both he and she understood each other
perfectly: they had plenty to think of in life without indulging in folly:
they had their separate work and interests and duties, and the
casual pleasure they might obtain by meeting as acquaintances was
nobody's concern but their own.
The first attitude of affection is exclusiveness. When one sees
two young people sending glances across a dinner-table which are
intelligible to themselves alone; when one perceives them
whispering to each other while elsewhere the talk is general; when
one observes them, on opposite sides at croquet, missing hoops,
and slipping balls, and playing to aid each other in the most
gratuitous, open, and unblushing manner, it needs no profound
divination to detect a secret co-partnership between them. Two quite
unselfish lovers immediately become selfish in their united position
of antagonism to the rest of the world. And when the girl is pretty,
the rest of the world consider such selfishness to be simply hateful.
These two young people, who were not lovers, nor had any
intention of becoming lovers, walked up Victoria Road, and so made
their way into the cool green shadow of the great elms and leafy
lindens which make Kensington Gardens so delightful a lounge. It
was now May—the only month in which London trees seem to look
cheerful—and the weather was at its freshest and best.
"Mr. Melton proposes to close the theatre in a week or so," said
Annie Brunel, "for a month, in order to have it done up anew. He is
very anxious that I should not accept any engagement for that
month; and I have been thinking I ought to take Mrs. Christmas
down to the seaside, or perhaps over to the warm banks of the
Rhine, for a week or two. Did you remark how very poorly she is?"
"I did," said Will. "I asked her about it. She seems to fancy that
our madcap journey to Hounslow Heath brought the attack on."
"The grass was so wet, you know. I blame myself for it all; and
indeed there's nothing I wouldn't do for the dear old creature. She
was my only companion and friend for many a year."
"Won't you find it very dull going away all by yourselves?"
"Well, no. She is never dull. I never tire of her society a moment
—she is so full of vivacity and kindliness and funny stories; but I do
not like the idea of our going away anywhere alone. Hitherto, you
know, I have always been in a manner compelled to go by an
engagement."
"Bring her down to St. Mary-Kirby, and let Dove and you go
about with her."
"Thank you. You have told me so much of that quiet little valley,
and the quiet way of living there, that I should feel like an evil spirit
invading paradise."
"Now, now—you are at it again," he said, laughing. "I won't
have you malign our honest country folks like that. My mother would
make you her daughter: she has a general faculty for making pets of
everybody. And my father would give you a touch of the old
squirelike courtesy he sometimes brings out when he is very grand
and polite to some London young lady who comes down to see us."
She only smiled in reply—a trifle sadly.
"I should like to see a little of that peaceful sort of life—perhaps
even to try it. Day after day to be always the same, always meeting
the same people, always looking out on the same trees and fields
and river, and hoping only for some change in the weather, or for a
favourable turn to the fortunes of one's pet hero. But then other
cares must come. That gentle little Dove, for instance—isn't she
sitting just now wondering when you will come to see her, and
getting quite vexed because you stay so long away?"
"You seem to have a great affection for Dove," he said.
"Haven't you?"
"Well, of course; who could help it?"
"If I were a man I should not try to help it; I should be prouder
of the love of such a girl than of anything under heaven."
 Such conversations are not common between young unmarried
people, but neither of these two seemed to consider it strange that
they should so talk; for, indeed, Annie Brunel assumed towards Will
an amusingly matter-of-fact, kindly, almost maternal manner—so
much so that, without hesitation she would have told him that a little
more attention to the brushing of his rough brown hair and
moustache might not have been inappropriate before visiting a lady.
Sometimes he was amused, sometimes tantalized by this tone. He
was a man verging towards thirty, who had all his wits about him,
who had seen plenty of the world, and knew far more of its ways
and beliefs and habits than he would have liked to reveal to his
companion then beside him; and he could scarcely refrain from
laughing at the airs of superior worldly wisdom which the young
actress gave herself, revealing in the assumption the charming
simplicity of her character.
They walked down one of the long avenues and crossed over
into Hyde Park. The Row was very full at this time; and the
brightness of the day seemed to have awoke an artificial briskness
among the melancholy men and plethoric girls who had come out for
their forced exercise.
"I have been in nearly every capital in Europe," said Will to his
companion, "and I have never seen such a company of handsome
men and women as you may see here almost any day. And I never
saw anywhere people out to enjoy themselves looking so intensely
sad over it."
"These are my employers;" said Miss Brunel, with a smile on her
pale dark face. "These are the people who pay me to amuse them."
 "Look at this big heavy man coming up now," said Will. "Look
how he bobs in his saddle; one doesn't often see such a—— Why, it
is——"
"Count Schönstein," said Miss Brunel.
It was. And as the Count came up and saw Will walking by the
side of a closely-veiled and gracefully-dressed young lady, he took
off his hat in his finest manner, and was about to ride on. Perhaps it
was the luxuriant black hair or the graceful figure of the young girl
which made him pause for a second and recognise her. At all events,
he no sooner saw who she was than he stopped his horse, clumsily
got down from the saddle, and drawing the reins over the animal's
head, came forward to the railing.
"The very two people whom I wished to see," he observed, with
a pompous magnanimity. (Indeed there were several reasons why
he was glad just then to observe that Annie Brunel had taken kindly
to the young man whom he had introduced to her.) "Do you know,
Miss Brunel, that Melton is going to close his theatre for a month?"
"Yes."
"Could anything be more opportune? Now listen to what I have
to propose. You want a good holiday in this fine weather. Very well. I
must go over to Schönstein at once to see about some alterations
and improvements I want made; and I propose to make it worth Mr.
Anerley's while to go with me and superintend part of these
improvements. That is an affair of necessity and business on my part
and his; but why should you and Mrs. Christmas not accept our
convoy over there? Even if you only go as far as one of the Rhine
villages, we could see you safely that distance. Or if I could
persuade you to come and see my place, such as it is—for a week or
two. I think the excursion would be delightful; and if I can't entertain
you as sumptuously as a king, yet I won't starve you, and I'll give
you the best wine to be bought for good money in Baden."
Will coloured up at the hideous barbarity of the closing
sentence; but Miss Brunel answered, good-naturedly:
"You're very kind indeed, Count; and I am sure the wine must
be a great inducement to Mr. Anerley. But if I go anywhere for a
holiday, it will be for Mrs. Christmas' sake; and I must see what she
says about it first."
"Oh, if it is Mrs. Christmas," said the Count, with a laugh, "I
must try to persuade her."
"No; I won't have any coercion. I will place the matter before
her in all its details, and she shall decide. If we don't go, I hope
you'll have a pleasant journey all the same."
"And as for you, Anerley, what do you say?"
"As our arrangement will be a business matter, we'll settle it
another time," said Will, in a decided tone, which prevented the
Count making further reference to buying and selling.
"I won't take any denial from any one of you," said the Count,
with a prodigious laugh. "As for Mrs. Christmas, if that little woman
dares to thwart me, I'll have her portrait published in the illustrated
papers as the wife of Rip Van Winkle."
With which astounding witticism, the Count proceeded to get on
horseback again—a rather difficult matter. Will held the stirrup for
him, however; and eventually he shook himself into the saddle.
Annie Brunel had lifted her veil to speak to the Count; and as
her companion now saw that there was a good deal of whispering
and nodding going on among several knots of riders, he thought it
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