Lyle, severely.

"Nothing at all," replied the Doctor, calmly. "He is the merest
servant--the kind of person who is 'told off' to attend on the
women of a harem."

"Ah, I see you have been making inquiries concerning the princess,
Doctor," said Lady Fulkeward, with a smile.

"I have."

"And have you found out anything about her?"

"No; that is, nothing of social importance, except, perhaps, two
items--first, that she is not a Russian; secondly, that she has
never been married."

"Never been married!" exclaimed Lady Chetwynd Lyle, then suddenly
turning to her daughters she said blandly: "Muriel, Dolly, go into
the house, my dears. It is getting rather warm for you on this
terrace. I will join you in a few minutes."

The "girls" rose obediently with a delightfully innocent and
juvenile air, and fortunately for them did not notice the
irreverent smile that played on young Lord Fulkeward's face, which
was immediately reflected on the artistically tinted countenance
of his mother, at the manner of their dismissal.

"There is surely nothing improper in never having been married,"
said Dr. Dean, with a mock serious air. "Consider, my dear Lady