“Quite right. We got cold and wet through in the evening; we sat up talking till the small hours; we got cold and wet again this morning--and here I am.” “A converted sportsman,” his mother observed. “I wish you could convert your friend, Mr. Furley. There’s a perfectly terrible article of his in the National this month. I can’t understand a word of it, but it reads like sheer anarchy.” “So long as the world exists,” Julian remarked, “there must be Socialists, and Furley is at least honest.” “My dear Julian,” his mother protested, “how can a Socialist be honest! Their attitude with regard to the war, too, is simply disgraceful. I am sure that in any other country that man Fenn, for instance, would be shot.” “What about your house party?” Julian enquired, with bland irrelevance. “All arrived. I suppose they’ll be down directly. Mr. Hannaway Wells is here.” “Good old Wells!” Julian murmured. “How does he look since he became a Cabinet Minister?” “Portentous,” Lady Maltenby replied; with a smile. “He doesn’t look as though he would ever unbend. Then the Shervintons are here, and the Princess Torski--your friend Miss Abbeway’s aunt.” “The Princess Torski?” Julian repeated. “Who on earth is she?” “She was English,” his mother explained, “a cousin of the Abbeways. She married in Russia and is on her way now to France to meet her husband, who is in command of a Russian battalion there. She seems quite a pleasant person, but not in the least like her niece.” “Miss Abbeway is still here, of course?” “Naturally. I asked her for a week, and I think she means to stay. We talked for an hour after tea this afternoon, and I found her most interesting. She has been living in England for years, it seems, down in Chelsea, studying sculpture.” “She is a remarkably clever young woman,” Julian said thoughtfully, “but a little incomprehensible. If the Princess Torski is her aunt, who were her parents?” “Her father,” the Countess replied, “was Colonel Richard Abbeway, who seems to have been military attache at St. Petersburg, years ago. He married a sister of the Princess Torski’s husband, and from her this young woman inherited a title which she won’t use and a large fortune. Colonel Abbeway was killed accidentally in the Russo-Japanese War, and her mother died a few years ago.” “No German blood, or anything of that sort, then?” “My dear boy, what an idea!” his mother exclaimed reprovingly. “On the contrary, the Torskis are one of the most aristocratic families in Russia, and you know what the Abbeways are. The girl is excellently bred, and I think her charming in every way. Whatever made you suggest that she might have German blood in her?” “No idea! Anyhow, I am glad she hasn’t. Who else?” “The Bishop,” his mother continued, “looking very tired, poor dear! Doctor George Lennard, from Oxford, two young soldiers from Norwich, whom Charlie asked us to be civil to--and the great man himself.”