The Ambassador looked curiously at Manisty.

Then he fell back with Lucy.
'It will be a column to-night,' he said with depression.

'Why didn't you stand by me?
I showed Mrs.Swetenham my pictures--my beauties--my ewe-lambs--that I have been gathering for twenty years--that the National Gallery shall have, when I'm gone, if it behaves itself.

And she asked me if they were originals, and took my Luini for a Raphael! Yes! it will be a column,' said the Ambassador pensively.

Then, with a brisk change, he looked up and took the hand that Lucy offered him.
'Good-bye--good-bye! You won't forget my prescription ?--nor me ?' said the old man, smiling and patting her hand kindly.