do such a thing,” she observed, drawing herself up, and I bowed.

A man with an eye-glass came and began to talk confidently in Sullivan’s ear, and Sullivan had to leave us.

“See you later,” he smiled. “Keep him out of mischief, Marie. And I say, Carl, the wife said I was to tell you particularly to go into her crystal-gazing room. Don’t forget.”

“I’ll go, too,” Miss Deschamps said. “You may take me there now, if you please. And then I must go down to where the champagne is flowing. But not with you, not with you, Mr. Foster. There are other gentlemen here very anxious for the post. Now come along.”

We made our way out of the stir and noise of the