But to-day, Mrs.Minchin brought her work directly after breakfast, and that empty-headed fellow Elliott dropped in for lunch, and we had callers all the afternoon, and a _coterie_ for tea, and Mrs.St.John (who seems to get through life somehow without the most indefinite notion of how time passes) came in just when tea was over, and you had to order a fresh supply when we should have been dressing for dinner, and the dinner was spoilt by waiting till she discovered that she had no idea (whoever did know her have an idea ?) how late it was, and that Mr.St.John would be so angry.

And now you want me to go in a cab to a concert at the Rooms to meet all these people over again!" "I'm sure I don't care for Mrs.St.John a bit more than you do," said Mrs.Buller.

"And really she does repeat such things sometimes--without ever looking round to see if the girls are in the room.

She told me a thing to-day that old Lady Watford had told her." "My dear, her ladyship's stories are well known.

Cremorne's wife hears them from her, and tells them to her husband, and he tells them to the other fellows.