"My dear man, whatever shall I do with you!" Philippa exclaimed pathetically, as the door closed upon the last of her callers.

"The Guards, indeed!" Lessingham smiled as he resumed his place by her side.
"Well," he said, "I told the dear lady the truth.

You will find my name well up in the list of the thirty-first battalion of the Prussian Guards." She threw herself back in her chair and laughed.

"How amusing it would be if it weren't all so terrible! You really are a perfect political Raffles.

Do you know that this afternoon you have absolutely reestablished yourself?
Mr.Johnson will probably call on you to-morrow--they may even ask you to dine--the vicar will write and ask for a subscription, and Dolly Fenwick will invite you to play golf with her." "Do not turn my head," he begged.
"All the same," Philippa continued, more gravely, "I shall never have a moment's peace whilst you are in the place.