Our conversation there was, I suppose, on the subject of Bulgaria, as this topic was continued by us in a kind of narrow box-room, with hat-pegs on the walls, on which bathing-towels were suspended; there were also trunks on the floor, and school-desks all about, on one of which Mr. MORLEY rested his elbow, swaying himself backwards and forwards like a pendulum, while always talking to me (I was seated on a box), and uttering platitudes about Bulgaria. I interrupted him by saying curtly, "It is no use talking to me like that, as _I am in the Cabinet_." Mr. JOHN MORLEY was staggered; but, recovering himself, he turned to HERBERT GARDNER (to whom I apologised for not remembering his title, while he, sitting on a smaller box, smilingly refused to enlighten me), and asked for corroboration of my statement. Whereupon I produced _an autograph letter of_ Mr. GLADSTONE'S _to me_, which entirely satisfied Mr. JOHN MORLEY, who, having handed it to HERBERT GARDNER, now candidly disclosed the schemes of the Government on the subject in question, putting forcibly before me "_how we are going to deal with Bulgaria_." Not a single word of what he said could I understand. Still, as a member of the Cabinet, I felt bound to give his explanations my gravest attention, my difficulty being not to expose my hopeless ignorance by any inappropriate question. It was with some new-born sense of importance that I found we were once again in Lady JAY'S company, this time in her drawing-room, and seated in a low chair, while JOHN MORLEY had brought with him the school-desk, on which he was still leaning his elbow, and still swaying and swinging like a pendulum. Lady JAY was all for resuming her discussion about the Archimandrite, refusing to credit the assurances given by Mr. MORLEY (balancing himself on his elbow) and myself as to my being in the Cabinet secrets. At this point rushed in someone, who was alternately HERBERT GARDNER and a PONSONBY, until he settled down into being HERBERT GARDNER for certain, who exclaimed excitedly, "I have just seen Mr. GLADSTONE! He says, '_It is absurd to suppose that his letter ever meant anything of the sort!_'" I quietly demanded the restoration of Mr. GLADSTONE'S letter to me; so did Mr. JOHN MORLEY. The protean representative of HERBERT GARDNER or PONSONBY, or anybody else, replied simply, "I haven't got it." This seemed to perfectly satisfy everybody, and no further questions being forthcoming, Lady JAY seized the opportunity to declare triumphantly, addressing me personally--JOHN MORLEY and the protean representative having disappeared--how she had "ascertained from a Cardinal that".... But what was the solution of the difficulty, or what was the original difficulty itself, I shall never know in this world, though I may do so in the World of Dreams, as here I awoke, and was so impressed with the reality of the events that had passed, and with the present necessity for recording them, that I at once entered them in my