"For nothing, do you call it?" he declared. "I wouldn't have been without this trip for worlds. It has been a real honeymoon trip, Annabel, for I feel that it has given me a wife." Annabel pulled up her veil. "You are a dear," she exclaimed affectionately. "I do hope that I shall be able to make it up to you." Sir John's reply was incoherent. He called a waiter. "Garçon," he said, "will you ask the gentleman at the next table if he will do me the honour of taking a glass of wine with me." The stranger came over to them smiling. He had been on the point of leaving the restaurant. He accepted the glass of wine, and bowed. "I drink your very good health, Sir John and Lady Ferringhall," he said, "and I wish you a pleasant journey back to England. If I might take the liberty, Sir John," he added, with a humorous gleam in his eyes, "I should like to congratulate you upon your tie." "Oh, damn the thing!" Sir John exclaimed, tucking the loose ends inside his coat. * * * * * "I propose," Sir John said, "that we pay for our dinner--which we haven't had--tip the garçon a sovereign, and take a cab to the Ritz." Annabel shook her head. "Look at our clothes," she exclaimed, "and besides, the funny little proprietor has gone down himself to help it along. He would be so disappointed. I am sure it will be good, John, and I could eat anything. No, let us dine here, and then go and have our coffee on the boulevards. We can take our things up with us and stay at the Continental or the Ritz." "Excellent," Sir John declared. "We will do Paris like the tourists, and thank God here comes dinner." Everything was good. The garçon was tipped as he had never been tipped before in his life. They drove up into Paris in an open _fiacre_ with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. They went first to a hotel, and then out again on to the boulevards. The natural gaiety of the place seemed to have affected them both. They laughed and talked and stared about them. She took his hand in hers. "Dear John," she whispered. "We are to begin our married life to-night--here where I first met you. I shall only pray that I may reward you for all your goodness to me." Sir John, frankly oblivious of the possibility of passers-by, took her into his arms and kissed her. Then he stood up and hailed a _fiacre_. "Hotel Ritz!" _Chapter XXXI_ ANNA'S TEA PARTY "I suppose you haven't the least idea who I am," Lady Lescelles said, as she settled herself in Anna's most comfortable chair. "I have heard of you, of course," Anna answered hesitatingly, "but----" "You cannot imagine what I have come to see you about. Well, I am Nigel Ennison's sister!" "Oh!" Anna said.