MRS ROYLAKE'S GAME: FIRST MOVE The dinner at Trimley Deen has left in my memory little that I can distinctly recall.

Only a faintly-marked vision of Lady Lena rewards me for doing my best to remember her.

A tall slim graceful person, dressed in white with a simplicity which is the perfection of art, presents to my admiration gentle blue eyes, a pale complexion delicately touched with color, a well-carried head crowned by lovely light brown hair.

So far, time helps the reviving past to come to life again--and permits nothing more.

I cannot say that I now remember the voice once so musical in my ears, or that I am able to repeat the easy unaffected talk which once interested me, or that I see again (in my thoughts) the perfect charm of manner which delighted everybody, not forgetting myself.