CHAPTER V.

IN PARK LANE.


They found Mrs. Ross and her husband waiting in the corridor above.

"Well, how did you like it?" she said.

He could not answer offhand. He was afraid he might say too much.

"It is like her singing," he stammered, at length. "I am not used to
these things. I have never seen anything like that before."

"We shall soon have her in a better piece," Mrs. Ross said. "It is being
written for her, That is very pretty, but slight. She is capable of
greater things."

"She is capable of anything," said Macleod, simply, "if she can make you
believe that such nonsense is real. I looked at the others. What did
they say or do better than mere pictures in a book? But she--it is like
magic."

"And did Mr. Ogilvie give you my message?" said Mrs. Ross. "My husband
and I are going down to see a yacht race on the Thames to-morrow--we did
not think of it till this evening any more than we expected to find you