Forrest shook his head.

"Do you mean a dandified-looking boy whom you were driving with in
the Park yesterday?"

The Princess nodded.

"We met him a week or so ago," she answered, "and he has been very
attentive. He has a country place down in Norfolk, which from his
description is, I should think, like a castle in Hermitland. Jeanne
and I are dining with him to-night at the Savoy. You and Engleton
must come, too. I can arrange it. It is just possible that we may be
able to manage something. He told me yesterday that he was going
back to Norfolk very soon. I fancy that he has a brother who keeps
rather a strict watch over him, and he is not allowed to stay up in
town very long at a time."

"I know the name," Forrest remarked. "They are a very old Roman
Catholic family. We'll come and dine, if you say that you can
arrange it. But I don't see how we can all hope to get an invitation
out of him on such a short acquaintance."

The Princess was looking thoughtful.

"Leave it to me," she said. "I have an idea. Be at the Savoy at a
quarter past eight, and bring Lord Ronald."

Forrest took up his hat. He looked at the Princess with something
very much like admiration in his face. For years he had dominated
this woman. To-day, for the first time, she had had the upper hand.