"What, am I to appear in all my vanities?" And he laughed shortly.
"Of course you are. We want to see you," said the white girl.
"Indeed we do! We shouldn't mind all appearing in such vanities—what, Lady Franks!" boomed the Colonel.
"I should think not," replied his hostess. "When a man has honours conferred on him, it shows a poor spirit if he isn't proud of them."
"Of course I am proud of them!" said Sir William.
"Well then, come and have them pinned on. I think it's wonderful to have got so much in one life-time—wonderful," said Lady Franks.
"Oh, Sir William is a wonderful man," said the Colonel.
"Well—we won't say so before him. But let us look at him in his orders."
Arthur, always ready on these occasions, had taken the large and shining British star from its box, and drew near to Sir William, who stood swelling his chest, pleased, proud, and a little wistful.
"This one first, Sir," said Arthur.
Sir William stood very still, half tremulous, like a man undergoing an operation.
"And it goes just here—the level of the heart. This is where it goes." And carefully he pinned the large, radiating ornament on the black velvet dinner-jacket of the old man.
"That is the first—and very becoming," said Lady Franks.
"Oh, very becoming! Very becoming!" said the tall wife of the Major—she was a handsome young woman of the tall, frail type.
"Do you think so, my dear?" said the old man, with his eternal smile: the curious smile of old people when they are dead.
"Not only becoming, Sir," said the Major, bending his tall, slim figure forwards. "But a reassuring sign that a nation knows how to distinguish her valuable men."
"Quite!" said Lady Franks. "I think it is a very great
