"I have been there--but not since--not this time," she answered. "I
loved it: so full of memories and sentiment, and Old-World charm."

"It would give me much pleasure to take you to see it again," he said,
with grave politeness. "I must devise some plan--that is, if you wish to
go."

She smiled.

"It is a favorite spot of mine, and there are some alleés in the park
more full of the story of spring than your Bois even."

"I do not see how we can go," said Theodora. "Josiah would find it too
long a day."

"I must discuss it with your father; one can generally arrange what one
wishes," said Lord Bracondale.

At this moment Mrs. McBride leaned over and spoke to Theodora. She had,
she said, quite converted Mr. Brown. He only wanted a little cheering up
to be perfectly well, and she had got him to promise to dine that
evening at Armenonville and listen to the Tziganes. It was going to be a
glorious night, but if they felt cold they could have their table inside
out of the draught. What did Theodora think about it?

Theodora thought it would be a delicious plan. What else could she
think?

"I have a large party coming," Mrs. McBride said, "and among them a