Felicity walked in at ten o'clock the next morning. Vera thought she had rather a peculiar expression. "Don't you think it sounds lovely?" said Vera. "I should like to see the letter." They read the letter together. "What an extraordinary conglomeration! I can't make head or tail of it." "He's coming to see me this afternoon." "Is he, though?" "What do you know about him?" "Well, Bertie knows the Dorfensteins who gave the lunch, and he says they don't know anything about him at all. He was just sort of brought instead of some one else." "Does Bertie know him?" asked Vera. "Well, yes, he does a little, and he says he's very nice generally." "What _do_ you mean by 'generally'?" At this moment the servant came in and said, "Mr. Newman Ferguson has called and wishes to see you immediately." "Good heavens!" said Vera. "Show him in!" said Felicity. They were sitting in the little yellow boudoir, Mr. Ogilvie having just gone out. Mr. Newman Ferguson came in, carrying an enormous bouquet. He bowed most courteously, offered Vera the bouquet, and said-- "Human nature is human nature all the world over, my dear lady. There's no getting away from it, try how you will." "It's very early for you to think of such a clever thing to say," said Felicity. "I trust you don't think it's too early to call." "Not at all," said Vera, looking terrified. "The only thing is," said Felicity, "that my friend and I are just going out." She stood up. "Then pray excuse me," said Mr. Newman Ferguson; "I will call a little later on to-day instead." "Where did you say you were staying now?" said Felicity. "I'm at the Savoy at present, but I hope to move very soon," he said, with a meaning look. Felicity saw him to the door where he had left his cab, came back, and stood silently looking at her friend and the bouquet. "My dear Felicity, there's no doubt he's madly in love with me," said Vera. "Can you deny it?" "My dear Vera, he's raving mad," answered Felicity. "What?" cried Vera. "Is it possible that you don't see it?" "But look at that clever letter!" said Vera. "It's the maddest letter I ever read. Besides, dear, I know about it. Don't distress yourself. Bertie says he was always eccentric, but sometimes he's quite all right for years. Then, any sudden excitement, especially Falling in Love----" "Then you own he _did_ fall in love with me?" "Oh, of course, of course! Certainly! No one denies that. But I really think we ought to write to the Dorfensteins and get them to tell the Savoy people to look after him. It's very sad. He has rather a nice manner--nice eyes." Vera buried her face in her handkerchief. "Now don't worry, darling," said Felicity affectionately. "Be out when he calls, and I'm quite sure we shall soon find some one quite sane who will amuse you just as much." "Never!" sobbed Vera. "It's just like my luck! Oh, and the books I ordered, and the new dress. I can never bear to look at them."