laughing.

And at this stage the shooters were seen advancing across the park, and
the band of ladies, full of importance, descended to luncheon.

Lady Anningford sat next the Crow and told him what they had decided, in
strict confidence, of course.

"We shall have the most delightful fun, Crow. I have thought it all out.
At dessert I am going to hand one of the gold cups in which we are going
to put a glass of some of the Duke's original old Chartreuse, to the
bridal pair, as if to drink their health; and then, when they have drunk
it, I am going to be overcome at the mistake of having given them a
love-potion, just as in the real story! You can't tell--it may bring
them together."

"Queen Anne, you wonder!" said the Crow.

"It is such a deliciously incongruous idea, you see," Lady Anningford
went on. "All of us in long pre-mediaeval garments, with floating hair,
and all of you in modern hunt coats! I should like to have seen Tristram
in gold chain armor."

The Crow grunted approval.

"Ethelrida is going to arrange that they go in to dinner together. She
is going to say it will be their last chance before they get to _King
Mark_. Won't it all be perfect?"

"Well, I suppose you know best," the Crow said, with his wise old head