"Is that so?" queried Mrs Moffatt, calmly. As the Captain had himself announced his intention of calling at the hotel, the only effect of Cornelia's violence was to deepen the impression that there was "something in it," but she was too diplomatic to pursue the subject. Instead, she prattled on about a dozen inconsequent topics, and finally suggested a drive in the Park before dinner. "It will freshen you up after your journey, and there's nothing else to do for the next two hours. Just ring, will you, dear, and make arrangements, while I write a few notes in my room. A victoria, or a motor, whichever you prefer, and in about half-an-hour. That will give us time to prink." She rustled out of the room, and Cornelia rang and gave the order, only too thankful to avoid a prolonged _tete-a-tete_ indoors. Once again she wondered how it had come to pass that she had become on intimate terms with this woman, who now jarred upon her at every turn. On board the steamer her own friends had scarcely left their state-rooms during the voyage, and Mrs Moffatt, in a neat tweed costume, and an enveloping blue veil, had played the part of ministering angel with much devotion, during three dreary days, when she herself had lain on a chair in a sheltered corner of the deck; had read aloud, repeated amusing little anecdotes about the passengers, taken her for constitutionals up and down, and even helped her to bed at night. When Liverpool was reached, it seemed as if they had known one another for years. They had kissed at parting, and mutually agreed to meet, and have a good time. "Shucks!" cried Cornelia, mentally. "It's that old Norton! I've gotten so used to dowds, that the sight of a Paris gown scares me all into fits. I've looked forward to coming to London all my life, and now I'm here, I'm going to enjoy myself all I know. Now then, for the Park! I guess that grey crepe, and the hat with the white feathers, will be about the best I can do for the honour of the flag. You've got to strike a balance, my dear, and plump for neutral colours as long as you run in harness with Mrs Silas P Moffatt!"