“Yes, I am going to make some notes on the back of it. Would you like to see it?” She handed him the letter and then leaned back in her chair, regarding him closely. The puzzled expression on his face deepened as he glanced over the invitation, and saw that it was exactly what it purported to be. He gave the letter back to her, saying,-- “So you are here to see the fashions. It is a subject I know little about; but, judging by effect, I should say that the Princess von Steinheimer has nothing to learn from anyone present. If I may touch on a topic so personal, your costume is what they call a creation, is it not, Princess?” “It isn’t bad,” said the girl, looking down at her gown and then glancing up at him with merriment dancing in her eyes. The diplomat had his elbow resting on the balustrade, his head leaning on his hand, and, quite oblivious to everything else, was gazing at her with such absorbed intentness that the girl blushed and cast down her eyes. The intense admiration in his look was undisguised. “Still,” she rattled on somewhat breathlessly, “one gets many hints from others, and the creation of to-day is merely the old clothes of to-morrow. Invention has no vacation so far as ladies’ apparel is concerned. ‘Take no thought of the morrow, wherewithal ye shall be clothed,’ may have been a good motto for the court of Solomon, but it has little relation with that of Victoria.” “Solomon--if the saying is his--was hedging. He had many wives, you know.” “Well, as I was about to say, you must now turn your attention to the other guests, and tell me who’s who. I have already confessed my ignorance, and you promised to enlighten me.” The young man, with visible reluctance, directed his thoughts from the one to the many, and named this person and that, while Jennie, with the pencil attached to her card, made cabalistic notes in shorthand, economizing thus both space and time. When at last she had all the information that could be desired, she leaned back in her chair with a little sigh of supreme content. Whatever might now betide, her mission was fulfilled, if she once got quietly away. The complete details of the most important society event of the season were at her fingers’ ends. She closed her eyes for a moment to enjoy the satisfaction which success leaves in its train, and when she opened them again found Lord Donal in his old posture, absorbed in the contemplation of her undeniable beauty. “I see you are determined I shall have no difficulty in remembering you next time we meet,” she said with a smile, at the same time flushing slightly under his ardent gaze. “I was just thinking,” he replied, shifting his position a little, “that the five years which have dealt so hardly with me, have left you five years younger.”