Thus, it was arranged that Pauline and Rosie should take one of the City automobiles to their flat, and return with trunks and boxes during the evening. Before leaving the bungalow Pauline wrote to Shooter’s informing them of the blow that had fallen on Shooter’s, and Ilam filled in a cheque, and Rosie put it in the envelope and fastened the envelope. The automobile, ordered by telephone, came round to the door. “You’ll introduce us to Mr. Carpentaria, won’t you?” said Rosie smilingly, as she was getting into the carriage. Ilam frowned, and then cleared his face. “Do you want to know him?” he asked. “Why, of course!” “Very well, I suppose you must,” Ilam agreed. “Well, isn’t this the greatest fun?” Rosie whispered to Pauline when they drove off. “We can go where we like in the City. We can save at least five hundred a year, and perhaps we shall be his heiresses.” “Hush!” Pauline admonished her. And three hours later those two extremely practical twins were thoroughly installed in the Ilam bungalow. They had the air of having lived there all their lives as they chatted with Ilam in the drawing-room. Ilam himself was decidedly looking a little better. “I have been talking to nurse,” said Pauline importantly, “and I shall sleep on the couch in Mrs. Ham’s room to-night. Nurse needs rest. She says there is nothing to do, but some one should be there.” “I don’t want you to begin by tiring yourselves,” said Ilam, “but, of course----” They heard a violent ring at the front-door, and presently a servant entered. Ilam started. “Mr. Carpentaria,” said the servant. Ilam turned pale. “Show him in,” said Rosie calmly to the servant. “Yes, Miss Rose,” said the servant, who, in common with the other servants, had already been clearly informed of the names, position, and authority of the new-comers. “You are to introduce him to us, you know,” Rosie murmured sweetly to Ilam, “and I suppose we shall have to play hostesses now.” Carpentaria came in, evidently hot from his concert. “I say, Ilam----” he began. Then he perceived the twins, and Ilam clumsily performed the introductions. The girls were enchanted with his uniform and with him. He said little, and he was pale, but then he was so distinguished; all his movements were distinguished and magnificent. “We saw you this afternoon,” Rosie ventured timidly. “And I didn’t see you! The loss was mine,” he returned, gazing at Pauline. Ilam had sunk back heavily into a chair. Carpentaria caught sight of his face, and an awkward silence followed. “I came on a matter of business,” Carpentaria said to Ilam, “but I won’t trouble you now, it will do to-morrow. Good-night.” “We shall hope to see more of you,” said Rosie when Carpentaria had demonstrated that he really meant to go. “Yes indeed,” said Pauline very quietly, and the visitor bowed. And then Carpentaria, that glorious vision, had vanished.