A MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE "Mademoiselle," the young man said, with an air of somewhat weary politeness, "I regret to say that there is nothing more to be done!" He was grieved and polite because Mademoiselle was beautiful and in trouble.

For the rest he was a little tired of her.

Brothers of twenty-one, who have never been in Paris before, and cannot speak the language, must occasionally get lost, and the British Embassy is not exactly a transported Scotland Yard.
"Then," she declared, with a vigorous little stamp of her shapely foot, "I don't see what we keep an Ambassador here for at all--or any of you.
It is scandalous!" The Hon.

Nigel Fergusson dropped his eyeglass and surveyed the young lady attentively.
"My dear Miss Poynton," he said, "I will not presume to argue with you.
We are here, I suppose, for some purpose or other.

Whether we fulfil it or not may well be a matter of opinion.