telling us--"

"Yes, I know," exclaimed Miss Morris, laughing, "but this
interests him much more than electric lights. Who do you
think is in London?" she cried, raising her eyes to his, and
pausing for proper dramatic effect. "The Princess Aline of
Hohenwald!"

"No?" shouted Carlton.

"Yes," Miss Morris answered, mocking his tone. "Listen. `The
Queen's Drawing-room'--em--e--m--`on her right was the
Princess of Wales'--em--m. Oh, I can't find it--no--yes, here
it is. `Next to her stood the Princess Aline of Hohenwald.
She wore a dress of white silk, with train of silver brocade
trimmed with fur. Ornaments--emeralds and diamonds;
orders--Victoria and Albert, jubilee Commemoration Medal,
Coburg and Gotha, and Hohenwald and Grasse.'"

"By Jove!" cried Carlton, excitedly. "I say, is that really
there? Let me see it, please, for myself."

Miss Morris handed him the paper, with her finger on the
paragraph, and picking up another, began a search down its
columns.

"You are right," exclaimed Carlton, solemnly; "it's she, sure
enough. And here I've been within two hours of her and didn't
know it?"