world through the medium of the best society in this. Good by.
When I am dead, be good enough to inform my husband of the fact."


CHAPTER IX.


Lothaw spent the next six months on an Aryan island, in an Aryan
climate, and with an Aryan race.

"This is an Aryan landscape," said his host, "and that is a Mary
Ann statue." It was, in fact, a full-length figure in marble of
Mrs. General Camperdown!

"If you please, I should like to become a Pagan," said Lothaw, one
day, after listening to an impassioned discourse on Greek art from
the lips of his host.

But that night, on consulting a well-known spiritual medium, Lothaw
received a message from the late Mrs. General Camperdown, advising
him to return to England. Two days later he presented himself at
Plusham.

"The young ladies are in the garden," said the Duchess. "Don't you
want to go and pick a rose?" she added with a gracious smile, and
the nearest approach to a wink that was consistent with her
patrician bearing and aquiline nose.

Lothaw went and presently returned with the blushing Coriander upon
his arm.