putting it forward for all it's worth, and he would come round and congratulate and thank Theign and explain him his reasons."
Their hostess cast about for a sign. "Why Theign is at Kitty's, worse luck! The Prince calls on him here?"
"He calls, you see, on you, my lady—at five-forty-five; and graciously desired me so to put it you."
"He's very kind, but"—she took in her condition—"I'm not even dressed!"
"You'll have time"—the young man was a comfort—" while I rush to Berkeley Square. And pardon me, Bender—though it's so near—if I just bag your car."
"That's, that's it, take his car!"—Lady Sandgate almost swept him away.
"You may use my car all right," Mr. Bender contributed—"but what I want to know is what the man's after."
"The man? what man?" his friend scarce paused to ask.
"The Prince then—if you allow he is a man! Is he after my picture?"
Lord John vividly disclaimed authority. "If you'll wait, my dear fellow, you'll see."
