care to go. There is her card."

Macleod looked at the card.

"How far is Prince's Gate from here?" he asked.

"A mile and a half, I should say."

"And it is now twenty minutes to two," said he, rising. "It will be a
nice smart walk."

"Thank you," said Mr. Ogilvie; "if it is all the same to you, we will
perform the journey in a hansom. I am not in training just at present
for your tramps to Ben-an-Sloich."

"Ah! Your boots are rather tight," said Macleod, with grave sympathy.

They got into a hansom, and went spinning along through the crowd of
carriages on this brilliant morning. The busy streets, the handsome
women, the fine buildings, the bright and beautiful foliage of the
parks--all these were a perpetual wonder and delight to the new-comer,
who was as eager in the enjoyment of this gay world of pleasure and
activity as any girl come up for her first season. Perhaps this notion
occurred to the astute and experienced Lieutenant Ogilvie, who
considered it his duty to warn his youthful and ingenuous friend.

"Mrs. Ross is a very handsome woman," he remarked.

"Indeed."