The old Court Chamberlain's chest gave a loud crack as the Count swaggered out. "Thank goodness he's gone!" said Queen Selina. "Really, my dear Duchess, and you, dear Lady Muscombe, I simply can't _say_ how distressed I am that anything so unpleasant should have occurred while you were under our roof. I do _hope_ you won't blame _me_. I always disliked the Count myself--but I should never have dreamed of asking him to meet you if I had known the sort of person he really _was_!" "Indeed, Ma'am," said the Duchess, "I can quite believe _that_." "And, after all," said Lady Muscombe languidly, "I dare say there are lots of people in town--in houses where they don't keep a page, I mean--who'd be glad enough to get him to come and dine. Society is so much less exclusive than it used to be." "That," remarked the Duchess, "entirely depends on what you mean by 'Society.' And now, Ma'am," she continued to her hostess, "as the birds--I think you mentioned that they were storks--which brought us here should be rested by this time, I shall be obliged if you will order the car to take me back as soon as I have changed my dress." "And me, too, if you don't mind," said Lady Muscombe. "I _must_ get home before Nibbles does." "Oh, but you mustn't leave us so soon!" protested Queen Selina in dismay. "To come all this way for such a miserable little visit!" "A flying visit, let us call it," said the Duchess. "But, candidly, this country of yours doesn't suit me. I don't feel safe with characters such as Ogres and Giants and Dragons about." "But I assure your Grace there are very very few--hardly any, in fact!" "There are more than my nerves can stand," said the Duchess, firmly, and Queen Selina, though deeply mortified by her guests' eagerness to go, found that she could no longer detain them. The Court Chamberlain and his attendants brought the stork car to the palace door by the time the visitors had resumed their former costumes. "Good-bye, dear Duchess!" said the Queen. "So charmed to have seen you, even for so short a time. I hope some day you will come again." "I think it improbable," was the grim reply. "And if you'll allow me to say so, Ma'am, when I do stay anywhere, I prefer a house where I can be sure of the sort of people I am likely to meet." "I say, Marchioness," cried Clarence, as he joined them on the steps, "you're not really going, are you? I wish you'd stay on a bit. We were getting on thundering well together, you and I!" "Very sad, isn't it?" she answered, with a charming but slightly mocking grimace. "But Nibbles wouldn't like me to stop here philandering with Fairy Princes--even if they _aren't_ quite the real thing. Good-bye, Ma'am," she added, with a gay little nod, as she stepped into the car, where the Duchess was already seated. "Thanks so much for having me! It's a wonderful house to stay in--and a most interesting experience."