Prince Tabnit--at noon to-morrow.

Where shall we meet ?" St.George listened, glowing.
"May I have the honour," suggested the prince, "of waiting upon you at noon to conduct you?
And I need hardly say that we undertake the journey under oath of secrecy ?" "Anything--anything!" cried Olivia.
"Oh, my dear Olivia," breathed Mrs.Hastings weakly, "taking me, at my age, into this awful place of Four Dimentias--or whatever it was you said." "We will be ready to go with you at noon," said Olivia steadily.
St.George held his peace as they made their adieux.

A great many things remained to be thought out, but one was clear enough.
The boy servant ran before them to the door.

They made their way to the street in the early dusk.

A hurdy-gurdy on the curb was bubbling over with merry discords, and was flanked by garrulous Italians with push-carts, lighted by flaring torches.