Order, so to speak, having been restored, and the path of love made straight beyond all manner of doubt, we decided festively to make an excursion to Spain. The fact that Piers could speak Spanish suggested that all the arrangements should be left in his hands. We embraced the suggestion cordially. Then, at the eleventh hour, a courteously imperative wire from his solicitors had deprived us of our courier.... The Duke of Padua had left Pau that evening, and all six of us had gone to the station to speed him to Paris and Rome. My cousin's farewell to her future husband had been ridiculously affecting. Polonius' advice to his son was above rubies, but Jill's charge came pelting out of an eager heart. "Oh, and Piers darling, you will take care, won't you? And do wear warm things. I'm sure it's still most awfully cold up there, and--and I don't know what men wear extra, but couldn't you put on a bodybelt?" "Binder, dear, binder," corrected Berry. "Well, binder, then. I remember Jonah saying----" "Never," said her brother. "Yes, you did. You said the great thing was to keep warm round the--er--round the hips." Berry looked round. "All women and children," he said, "will leave the Court." "Piers, you will, won't you? For my sake. Oh, and don't forget you've got to get some sock-suspenders, because your left one comes down. And be very careful crossing the streets. Wait till there's a gap--always. And don't drink the water, will you? Don't even use it for your teeth. Daphne won't." "That's right," said Berry. "Do as she does. Combine business with pleasure and clean them in a small Worthington." "Oh, and lock your door at night. Just in case. And, Piers darling, I love you very much, and--and God bless you, dear, and I shall just wait and wait for you to come back again." Hat in hand, Piers put her fingers to his lips. "Good-bye, Madonna." They kissed one another passionately. The next moment the train was moving, and the Duke swung himself on to the step of the _wagon lit_. Jill began to trot by his side.... When she could run no faster, my cousin gave up the attempt and stood waving her tiny handkerchief and then staring after the train. As we came up, she turned to us bravely. "I hope," she said shakily, "I hope he'll get on all right. He's such a child," she added, knitting her pretty brow. "I wish to goodness we were married. Then I could have gone with him." She stumbled, and I caught her. She looked up at me with her grey eyes swimming. "I've often seen you off, Boy, but I wasn't silly like this." "It's a question of interest, darling. Piers is your very own pigeon." Jill wiped her eyes thoughtfully. "I suppose that's it," she said slowly. "My very own.... Boy, will you take me to a tailor's? I want to get a binder." Ere we sat down to dinner that night, two stout body-belts had been dispatched to Paris by registered post. * * * * *