In Regent-street itself, the first thing that she saw was a man selling photographs.

Evidently he was doing a roaring trade, for there was a considerable crowd round him, and he was shouting something which she could not catch.

Presently a gentleman, who had bought one of the photographs, stopped just in front of her to look at it, and as he was short and Augusta was tall, she could see over his shoulder, and the next second started back with an indignant exclamation.

"No wonder!" for the photograph was one of herself as she had been taken in the low dress in the Registry.

There was no mistake about it--there was the picture of the will tattooed right across her shoulders.
Nor did her troubles end there, for at that moment a man came bawling down the street carrying a number of the first edition of an evening paper-- "Description and picture of the lovely 'eroine of the Cockatoo," he yelled, "with the will tattooed upon 'er! Taken from the original photograph! Facsimile picture!" "Oh, dear me," said Augusta to the maid, "that is really too bad.