plied. "There is, believe me, 'no sich a person.'"
"But really that is absurd," Lady Locke said. "There must be an ego somewhere."
"If there were, should we not learn a permanent means of satisfying it? We are always sending out actions to knock upon its door, and the answer is always—not at home. Then we send out other actions of a different kind. We knock in all sorts of various ways. Yet 'not at home' is always the answer."
Lady Locke looked at him with a distaste that she could scarcely conceal.
"You are very amusing," she said bluntly. "But you are not very satisfactory. I wonder if you have a philosophy of life?"
"I have," he said, "a beautiful one."
"What is it?"
"Take everything—and nothing seriously. And in your career of deception always, if possible, include yourself among those whom you deceive."
"Esmé! Esmé!" cried Lord Reggie's petulant boyish voice. "Where are you? We have finished the practice, and Mrs. Windsor wants us to come in to supper. Oh! here you are. Lady Locke, the boys say they like my anthem. Jimmy thinks it is beautiful. Isn't he a dear boy?"
