It was a strange place for an intelligence office, yet Madame Selini evidently knew what she was doing when she established her office in an aristocratic neighborhood, and actually next door to the family mansion of the Countess Dowager of Barewood. The worthy countess was shocked, and, taking counsel of her hopes, predicted that Madame Selini's institution would soon prove a failure. Notwithstanding this prediction, the agency prospered, and among its patrons were many of the nobility. One fine morning in May a carriage stopped before Madame Selini's door, and from it descended a handsome, aristocratic gentleman, evidently of the old school. There was some little commotion in the interior of the building, and then a foot-page appeared to whom Sir Oswald Darrell--for that was the gentleman's name--gave his card. "I am here by appointment," he said, "to see Madame Selini." He was ushered into a handsomely furnished room, where, in a few minutes, he was joined by Madame Selini herself--a quick, bright Frenchwoman, whose dark eyes seemed to embrace everything in their comprehensive glance. Sir Oswald bowed with stately courtesy and quaint, old-fashioned grace. "Have you been so fortunate, madame, as to find that which I am in search of?" he inquired. "I think you will be pleased, Sir Oswald--nay, I am sure you will," answered the lady. "I have a lady waiting to see you now, who will prove, I should say, a treasure." Sir Oswald bowed, and madame continued: "Miss Hastings--Miss Agnes Hastings--has been for the last six years finishing governess at Lady Castledine's, and her two pupils make their debut this year; so that there is no longer any occasion for her services." "And you think she would be fitted, madame, to occupy the position for which I require a lady of talent and refinement?" "I am quite sure of it," replied madame. "Miss Hastings is thirty years of age. She is highly accomplished, and her manners are exceedingly lady-like. She is a person of great refinement; moreover, she has had great experience with young girls. I do not think, Sir Oswald, that you could do better." "Is the lady here? Can I see her?" Madame Selini rang, and desired the little page to ask Miss Hastings to come to her. In a few minutes an elegant, well-dressed lady entered the room. She advanced with a quiet grace and dignity that seemed natural to her; there was not the slightest trace of awkwardness or _mauvaise honte_ in her manner. Madame Selini introduced her to Sir Oswald Darrell. "I will leave you," she said, "to discuss your private arrangements." Madame quitted the room with gliding, subtle grace, and then Sir Oswald, in his courtly fashion, placed a chair for Miss Hastings. He looked at the pale, clear-cut face for a few minutes in silence, as though he were at a loss what to say, and then he commenced suddenly: "I suppose Madame Selini has told you what I want, Miss Hastings?"