Good-by, dear Lady Belgrade.

You will co-operate with Setter in all things necessary to a successful search, I know.

Setter has my orders to report to you--" "You take my breath away!" gasped the dowager.
"Write to me by every mail.

Keep me informed of events--" "You will kill yourself, Duke! flying off without your dinner, and looking fitter for going to bed than on a journey!" panted the dowager.
"Now then, good-by in earnest, dear Lady Belgrade, and God bless you," concluded the duke, raising her hand to his lips and bowing.
And before the dowager could say another word he was gone.
"Well, if he lives to be as old as I am, he will take things easier.
Though, if he goes on at this rate, he won't live to be old," mused the old lady, as she slowly waddled into the dining-room, and took her seat at the table to enjoy her solitary green turtle soup..