"No; I've heard so few stories, old or new," said Nell, smiling. "Please tell it me." "I will if you'll tell me your name in exchange; mine is Fletcher, but I am usually called Sir Charles because Mr. Gresham honors me with his close friendship. 'Charles, his friend,' as they used to put it in the old play books, you know." "I see; and my name is Lorton, Eleanor Lorton, commonly called Nell Lorton--because I have a brother. And the story?" Sir Charles laughed. "Oh, it's too old; but, old as it is, I had forgotten to take its moral to heart. A man was leaning against the wall, yawning, at an evening party. He was fearfully bored, for he knew scarcely any one there, and had been brought at the last moment by a friend. As he was making up his mind to cut it, another man came and leaned against the wall beside him and yawned, also. Said the first: 'Awful slow, isn't it?' 'Yes,' replied Number Two, 'frightful crush and beastly hot.' 'Dreadful. I could stand it a little longer if that woman at the piano would leave off squalling. Come round to my club, and let us get a drink and a smoke.' 'Nothing would give me more pleasure! Wish I could!' replied Number Two. 'But you see, unfortunately for me, this is my house, and the lady at the piano is my wife.'" Nell laughed. "It is a good story," she said. "The first man must have felt very foolish." "Yes," assented Sir Charles; "I know exactly how he felt. I hope you forgive me, Miss Lorton? Can I make amends in any way for my stupidity?" "You might tell me who some of the people are," said Nell. "I only know them by name--and scarcely as much as that. I have not been here very long, and this is my first dinner party." "How I envy you!" he said, with a sigh. "Dear me! I seem fated to put my foot into it to-night! But you know what I mean, or you would if you dined out as often as I--and Mr. Gresham do. Whom would you like me to tell you about? I think I know everybody here. One moment! Mr. Gresham is going to tell the story of his losing himself in London; it was in one of the new streets, for the making of which he had been a strong advocate." They waited until the story was told, and the prime minister had enjoyed the laughter, and then Nell said: "That little lady with the diamond tiara and the three big rubies on her neck is Lady Angleford--I know her name because I was introduced to her before dinner. I like the look of her so much; and she has so pleasant a voice and smile. Please tell me something about her." "An easy task," said Sir Charles. "She is Lord Angleford's young wife--an American heiress. I like her very much. In fact, though I have not known her very long, I am honored with her friendship. And yet I ought not to like her," he added, almost to himself. Nell opened her eyes upon him. "Why not?" she asked. Sir Charles was silent for a moment; then he said, as if he were weighing his words, and choosing suitable ones for his auditor: