"Lady Augusta stared--my irony was lost upon her. 'She didn't have time, so she gave me a chance first; because unfortunately I go to-morrow to Bigwood.' "'And your chance has only proved a chance to lose it?' "'I haven't lost it. I remember now--it was very stupid of me to have forgotten. I told my maid to give it to Lord Dorimont--or at least to his man.' "'And Lord Dorimont went away directly after luncheon.' "'Of course he gave it back to my maid--or else his man did,' said Lady Augusta. 'I daresay it's all right.' "The conscience of these people is like a summer sea. They haven't time to 'look over' a priceless composition; they've only time to kick it about the house. I suggested that the 'man,' fired with a noble emulation, had perhaps kept the work for his own perusal; and her ladyship wanted to know whether, if the thing didn't turn up again in time for the session appointed by our hostess, the author wouldn't have something else to read that would do just as well. Their questions are too delightful! I declared to Lady Augusta briefly that nothing in the world can ever do as well as the thing that does best; and at this she looked a little confused and scared. But I added that if the manuscript had gone astray our little circle would have the less of an effort of attention to make. The piece in question was very long--it would keep them three hours. "'Three hours! Oh, the Princess will get up!' said Lady Augusta. "'I thought she was Mr. Paraday's greatest admirer.' "'I daresay she is--she's so awfully clever. But what's the use of being a Princess----' "'If you can't dissemble your love?' I asked, as Lady Augusta was vague. She said, at any rate, that she would question her maid; and I am hoping that when I go down to dinner I shall find the manuscript has been recovered." X