this, and only Lord Fulkeward, moved to a mild transport of
admiration, ventured to comment on his appearance.

"I say, Denzil, you're awfully well got up! Awfully well!
Magnificent!"

Denzil Murray bowed with a somewhat wearied and sarcastic air.

"When one is in Rome, or Egypt, one must do as Rome, or Egypt,
does," he said, carelessly. "If hotel proprietors will give fancy
balls, it is necessary to rise to the occasion. You look very
well, Doctor. Why don't you other fellows go and get your
toggeries on? It's past ten o'clock, and the Princess Ziska will
be here by eleven."

"There are other people coming besides the Princess Ziska, are
there not, Mr. Murray?" inquired Sir Chetwynd Lyle, with an
obtrusively bantering air.

Denzil Murray glanced him over disdainfully.

"I believe there are," he answered coolly. "Otherwise the ball
would scarcely pay its expenses. But as the Princess is admittedly
the most beautiful woman in Cairo this season, she will naturally
be the centre of attraction. That's why I mentioned she would be
here at eleven."

"She told you that?" inquired Ross Courtney.

"She did."