"Good-bye--then--George!" she said, with something between a sneer and a sob. "We meet again--in society, not under the clock at Charing Cross." What should take George and her there I cannot imagine, but George bowed, and led her out, and I followed them. There was her chauffeur in the car as large as life--and as a German. Though indeed he is very good-looking. "I can see that he is cross in every line of his back," Lady Scilly whispered to George as she left him on the steps, and tripped down them, and got in beside her crabstick Count. He received her most coldly, and it was easy to see he was her master more than her servant. George grunted as he fastened the door. There was an east wind blowing, and he was afraid of catching cold after standing there bareheaded. "She will probably bolt with him before the year is out," he said, as we went back to the study shivering. He played cat's-cradle with me till dinner-time. It was all he was good for, he said, and as the game appeared to amuse him, I didn't mind making a fool of myself for once. About Mother's going away that he spoke of to Lady Scilly! I believe it really is with Mr. Aix, as George is so very civil to him. I don't see who else it could be, for we see more of him than of any one else. He is George's greatest friend, as well as Mother's, and people don't run away with perfect strangers, as a rule. Mother was certainly up to something, for her eyes were as bright as glass, and she had hysterics two days running. Aunt Gerty used to say while these were going on, slapping Mother's palms and vinaigretting her--"It is natural, you know--the excitement." The excitement of running away, I suppose. She used to make her lie down a great deal, and "nurse her energy," for she "would want it all!" Mother was by far the most important person in the whole house in these days, and instead of George being out late, and needing his latch-key, it was Mother who was always on the go, and dining with the Press every other night of her life. At least, I suppose Mrs. Ptomaine and Mr. Freddy Cook are the Press, they are certainly nothing else of importance. Mother joined a club, and stayed there one night when there was a fog.