"--a navigar!
--a navigar!"

"It seems to me," said Lord Evelyn, when the girl rose, with a smile on
her face, "that you do not need to go into Regent Street when you want
to imagine yourself abroad."

Natalie looked at her watch.

"If you will excuse me, I will go and get ready now."

Well, they went to the big foreign restaurant; and had a small table all
to themselves, in the midst of the glare, and the heat, and the
indiscriminate Babel of tongues. And, under the guidance of Mr. Brand,
they adventured upon numerous articles of food which were more varied in
there names than in their flavor; and they tasted some of the compounds,
reeking of iris-root, that the Neapolitans call wine, until they fell
back on a flask of Chianti, and were content; and they regarded their
neighbors, and were regarded in turn. In the midst of it all, Mr. Lind,
who had been somewhat preoccupied, said suddenly.

"Natalie, can you start with me for Leipsic to-morrow afternoon?"

She was as prompt as a soldier.

"Yes, papa. Shall I take Anneli or not?"

"You may if you like."