Prince, you know my daughter Grace, and I am sure that you have met Miss Penelope Morse?
We are waiting for two other men, Sir Charles Somerfield and Mr.Vanderpole." The Prince bowed, and began to talk to his hostess' daughter,--a tall, fair girl, as yet only in her second season.
"Here comes Sir Charles, at any rate!" the Duchess exclaimed.

"Really, I think we shall have to go in.

We can leave a message for Dicky; they all know him at this place.

I am afraid he is one of those shocking young men who entertain the theatrical profession here to supper." A footman at that moment brought a note to the Duchess, which she tore open.
"This is from Dicky!" she exclaimed, glancing it through quickly,--"Savoy notepaper, too, so I suppose he has been here.

He says that he may be a few minutes late and that we are not to wait.