I remember now--it was very stupid of me to have forgotten.

I told my maid to give it to Lord Dorimont--or at least to his man.' "'And Lord Dorimont went away directly after luncheon.' "'Of course he gave it back to my maid--or else his man did,' said Lady Augusta.

'I dare say it's all right.' "The conscience of these people is like a summer sea.

They haven't time to look over a priceless composition; they've only time to kick it about the house.

I suggested that the 'man,' fired with a noble emulation, had perhaps kept the work for his own perusal; and her ladyship wanted to know whether, if the thing shouldn't reappear for the grand occasion appointed by our hostess, the author wouldn't have something else to read that would do just as well.