Meanwhile, the footman, leaning from his place, held out his arm in warning and the car was slowly backed to the side of the pavement.

The lady felt for a moment in a bag of white satin which lay upon the round table in front of her, and handed a slip of paper through the open window to the servant who had already descended and was standing waiting.

He came at once towards the shop, passing Tavernake, who remained in the door-way.
"Will you make this up at once, please ?" he directed, handing the paper across to the chemist.
The chemist took it in his hand and turned away mechanically toward the dispensing room.

Suddenly he paused, and, looking back, shook his head.
"For whom is this prescription required ?" he asked.
"For my mistress," the man answered.

"Her name is there." "Where is she ?" "Outside; she is waiting for it." "If she really wants this made up to-night," the chemist declared, "she must come in and sign the book." The footman looked across the counter, for a moment, a little blankly.
"Am I to tell her that ?" he inquired.