CHAPTER XI.
As soon as I saw Mrs.Meldrum I of course broke out.

"Is there anything in it?
_Is_ her general health-- ?" Mrs.Meldrum checked me with her great amused blare.

"You've already seen her and she has told you her wondrous tale?
What's 'in it' is what has been in everything she has ever done--the most comical, tragical belief in herself.

She thinks she's doing a 'cure.'" "And what does her husband think ?" "Her husband?
What husband ?" "Hasn't she then married Lord Iffield ?" "Vous-en-etes la ?" cried my hostess.

"Why he behaved like a regular beast." "How should I know?
You never wrote me." Mrs.Meldrum hesitated, covering me with what poor Flora called the particular organ.