He thought that a shade of disappointment passed over the lady's face, but in a moment she smiled and remarked: "How relative a thing is fame! You have never heard of me! And yet I can assure you that I am well enough known in England.

I was one of the very first militant suffragettes to break a window--if not the very first.

The point is, indeed, in dispute.

And were it not for my devotion to the cause I would not now be in my present terrible plight--doomed to wander from pillar to post with that thing" (she pointed with a shudder to the box into which Elmer was still gloomily poking ice)-"chained to me like a--like a----" She hesitated for a word, and Cleggett, tactlessly enough, with some vague recollection of a classical tale in his mind, suggested: "Like a corpse." Lady Agatha turned pale.

She gazed at Cleggett with terror-stricken eyes, her beautiful face became almost haggard in an instant; he thought she was about to faint again, but she did not.