were other iniquities of which she strongly suspected me.
The mission was not a success, and I reported at the adjourned meeting accordingly.
Mr. Stewart Montague gave it as his opinion that the mission was hopeless from the first, and in this I quite agreed with him. He said he would try his plan at dinner, but what it was he refused to state. We asked if he would report on the success or failure, and he answered that we would all see whether it was a success or failure for ourselves. So there was a good deal of interest centering around the meal, an interest not altogether called forth by the pangs of hunger.
Dinner had hardly commenced when Mr. Stewart Montague leaned over the table and said, in quite an audible voice, to the young lady opposite him, "I understand you have never been over the ocean before?"
The young lady looked just a trifle frightened, blushed very prettily, and answered in a low voice that she had not.
Then he said, "I envy you the first impressions you will have of Europe. It is a charming country. Where do you go after leaving England?"
"We are going across to Paris first," she replied, still in a low voice.
