have my engagement with you to come to an end to-day. Mr. Stokes has driven the car, and can again."
"Not if I have anything to say about it," murmured her ladyship. "Scattering the poor thing's teeth all over the place!"
"There are plenty of good chauffeurs to be got at short notice in Paris," Jack suggested, "and you are certain to find one by the time you 're ready to start."
"You 're right, Dane. We 'll have to part company," said Sir Samuel. "As for Elise here ⸺"
"She 'll have to go too," broke in her ladyship. "It 's most inconvenient, and all your stepson's fault—though she 's far from blameless, in my humble opinion, whatever yours may be. Don't tell me that a young man will go about flirting with lady's maids unless they encourage him!"
"I shall leave of course, immediately," said I, my ears tingling.
"Who wants you to do anything else? Though nobody cares for my convenience. I can always go to the wall. But thank heaven there are maids in Paris as well as chauffeurs. And talking of that combination, my advice to you is, if Dane 's willing to have you, don't turn up your nose at him, but marry him as quickly as you can. I suppose even in your class of life there 's such a thing as gossip."
I was scarlet. Somehow I got out of the room, and while I was scurrying my few belongings into my dressing bag, and spreading out the red satin frock to leave as a legacy to Lady Turnour (in any case, nothing could have induced me to wear it again), Sir Samuel sent me up an
