"Show Mildred the door--the back-door," she added. "I can't." "Very good; that is your affair," said she. "But make up your mind soon what you will do. Any line is better than none, as it was always." At the moment a footman entered. "Ask her to wait in the drawing-room," said Lady Ardingly, before he had spoken. Then, without pausing: "Good-bye, Jack. Send me a line; or we shall meet at Ascot, shall we not?" Jack hesitated a moment. "She is very obstinate," he said. "Your wife?" asked Lady Ardingly. "No; the person you asked to wait in the drawing-room." Lady Ardingly laughed. She never minded being found out. "So am I," she said. "Don't meet her on the stairs." "Oh, I am not a fool!" said Jack, almost with gaiety. "That may be true. But do not take your own wisdom as a working hypothesis," said that immovable woman. After he had left, Lady Ardingly proceeded to take her maximum exercise for the day. This consisted in walking four times up and down the long gallery of portraits which ran by the reception-rooms. It was nearly a hundred yards in length, and as she stopped once to swallow a small digestive pill, which was presented to her with a wine-glass of water by her maid, it was nearly ten minutes before she returned to her room and sent a message that the person who was waiting should be shown up. The interval sufficed to pull her auburn wig straight and settle herself with her back to the light. Mildred was more accustomed to be waited for than to wait, and neither Lady Ardingly's message that she wished to see her at 3.30 nor the period of inaction in this drawing-room had improved a naturally irritable temper. Her determination, in fact, when the tardy summons came, was to be very effusive and full of engagements--a delighted-to-see-you--how-well-you-are-looking--such-a-pleasure--must-go attitude. Lady Ardingly often rubbed her up the wrong way, but she more often gave her advice which, when she was cool, she knew to be right. She conjectured, if no more, that the subject which was going to be discussed was Jack, but was more than half decided not to discuss it. In her mind, in fact, she labelled Lady Ardingly as an impotent old meddler. Thus she entered. "Ah, my dear," said Lady Ardingly, "you have been kept waiting, I am afraid. It was an idiotic footman, who thought I was engaged, and did not tell me you were here. How are you, Mildred?" Mildred sat down. Her dress rustled incredulously. "Driven," she said--"simply driven! How foolish one is to make a hundred engagements a day, and not enjoy any because one is always thinking about the next!" "Yes, very foolish," said Lady Ardingly, "especially when one does not enjoy them. Now tell me the news, dear Mildred. I do not go out and I see nobody. You are always everywhere. I never saw a woman who sat in the mainspring so much. Tell me all about everybody."