"Right!" cried Anthony, elbowing his way out of the crush. He made his way quickly to where he had left the car. The information that his employers were awaiting his services was received by the chauffeur with a volley of invective, which dealt more particularly with Mrs. Slumper's pedigree, but touched lightly upon a whole variety of subjects, including the ultimate destination of all composers and the uses of rain. It was full five minutes before the limousine was able to be brought close enough to the entrance for Anthony to leave the running-board and advise his master. When it was next in order but two, he stepped on to the pavement and struggled towards the entrance. As he was about to tell an attendant to summon "101," a car slid into position, and the fellow set his hand on the door. "Forty-six waiting!" he bawled. A glance at the steps showed the approach of quality--all cloaks and soft hair and slim silk stockings--the attendant threw open the door and Lyveden stood still. The taller of the two women was the second to enter the car. As she stood waiting, she glanced round quickly. Her eyes met Anthony's, rested a moment of time, and then swept on without a flicker.... A second later the door had slammed upon her high heels. Lyveden was left to feel the blood come flaming into his face, to wonder whether my lady had known him again, and to stuff the breath of an exquisite perfume into the same reliquary as held the picture of a tall dark figure setting her hair to rights in the mouth of an inn. * * * * * Upon the next Saturday a particularly smart wedding was to take place. Anthony, who had seen the announcements, was prepared for the worst. Sure enough, on Friday afternoon as he was clearing the table of tea-- "I shall want yer to-morrow," said Mrs. Slumper. "I 'ave to go to the weddin' o' that there Finnigan boy. I'm sure I'm sick o' crushes, but 'er ladyship would never fergive me if I diddun show up." Anthony hesitated with the tray in his hands. "Mr. Hopkins is taking Sunday, madam, so I can't go out then." "I can't 'elp that," was the testy reply. "I don't wish to inconvenience you, madam, but, as it was arranged that I should always have----"