"And I am so hungry!" she cried. "And it is exceedingly likely I shall have to fly off without any lunch. Oh, if I were only unemployed for two hours, I should spend one in eating! Besides, I had no breakfast, and is one egg in aspic sufficient for an active female until tea-time?" Ruby laughed. "It wouldn't be for this one," she said. "But why no breakfast? Is that a new plan?" "New? No; it's as old as the hills, for that delightful old Professor, the one like a pink bear at the British Museum, told me the other day----" "Is he a hydrangea, too?" asked Jim. "Not at all. When one goes out to lunch, he is the one person in the room whom everybody knows. Don't interrupt. He told me that the ancient Egyptians never had any breakfast, because the word for breakfast is the same as afternoon, or something of the sort--and think how marvellous they were! I've been an ancient Egyptian for nearly a fortnight." "But they never had motor-cars," said Jim. "It may have been that." "Oh, how flippant! How could we ever get anywhere without them, considering how frequently we don't, even with them? Ah, now for the book!" Catherine turned hurriedly over the pages of "Where am I?" and found where she was. She breathed a sigh of relief as she closed it again. "Thank Heaven!" she said, "because otherwise I really shouldn't have tasted food since yesterday until tea-time. Send the carriage back, please. It's only the bazaar at St. Ursula's, and I told them I almost certainly couldn't go. Besides, the Princess is opening it, so I needn't. I should only have to stand up and curtsey, and agree that the day is vile." "It isn't," said Jim. "I know; but one can't argue. Oh, the carriage must come back in twenty minutes," she added to the footman. Jim helped himself largely to the next course. "Catherine, that is the first time you have ever disappointed me," he said. "I thought you would always rather go somewhere and do something than sit down and be comfortable. I thought you never even wanted to be unemployed." "I don't really," said she. "I only think I do." "But, anyhow, you prefer to have lunch than go to St Ursula's." "Ah, you don't understand! I have got to be at the Industrial Sale at three, in order to open it myself, and I literally haven't enough minutes to get down to St Ursula's, and stand and grin, and get back to Portland Place by three. It couldn't happen. My anxiety was that the quarter-past two engagement might leave me time, if I had no lunch, to get to Portland Place at three. It won't. Hurrah!"