Nancy deigned not even a glance at her nominal protector.

'If you are going our way,' she replied.

Barmby, his dignity unobserved, strode on with Miss. Morgan, of whom
he sought information concerning the loud-voiced man. Crewe talked
away.

'So you've come out to have a look at it, after all. I saw the Miss
Frenches last Sunday, and they told me you cared no more for the
Jubilee than for a dog-fight. Of course I wasn't surprised; you've
other things to think about. But it's worth seeing, that's my
opinion. Were you out this morning?'

'No. I don't care for Royalties.'

'No more do I. Expensive humbugs, that's what I call 'em. But I had
a look at them, for all that. The Crown Prince was worth seeing;
yes, he really was. I'm not so prejudiced as to deny that. He's the
kind of chap I should like to get hold of, and have a bit of a talk
with, and ask him what he thought about things in general. It's been
a big affair, hasn't it? I know a chap who made a Jubilee Perfume,
and he's netting something like a hundred pounds a day.'

'Have you any Jubilee speculation on hand?'

'Don't ask me! It makes me mad. I had a really big thing,--a
Jubilee Drink,--a teetotal beverage; the kind of thing that would
have sold itself, this weather. A friend of mine hit on it, a clerk
in a City warehouse, one of the cleverest chaps I ever knew. It