"Oh, wise young judge!" said Carrissima.

"Well, if you're obstinate I'll walk back with you," he suggested,
taking a bowler hat from the stand, while the butler handed his gloves
and cane. "I've nothing in the world to do," he added, as they walked
away from the house.

"You never have, Jimmy!"

"No, I'm the most dreadful waster," he admitted. "I've just been
reading a penny pamphlet--by one of the labour members, and upon my
word, it made me squirm like one o'clock. Did you want to see Sybil
about anything of cosmic importance?" Jimmy asked.

"Oh dear, no," said Carrissima, as they crossed the park. "Only to ask
her to call on a girl she met when we were staying at Crowborough some
years ago."

"What's she like--pretty, by any chance?"

"Very pretty," answered Carrissima.

"Then I'm your man. I can go instead if you give me the address, and
there's no time like the present."

"Jimmy, you must try not to be ridiculous," said Carrissima. "For some
reason you can't have seen her during the few days you stayed with us."

"What is her name?"