I heard him telling some one about having found you dining alone with his wife to-night.

Phipps was listening.

Look at him, as black as a thundercloud! Keep your head if Dredlinton gets troublesome." Wingate nodded and was promptly led away.

They found places about half-way down the great horseshoe table, laden with flowers and every sort of cold delicacy.

There were champagne bottles at every other place, a small crowd of waiters, eager to justify their existence,--a rollicking, Bohemian crowd, the _jeunesse doree_ of London, and all the talent and beauty of the musical comedy stage.