and the sound of a rather obvious sequence, followed by intensely Handelian runs, announced that Lord Reggie had begun to compose his anthem, and Madame Valtesi and Lady Locke were mounting into the governess cart, which was rather like a large hip bath on wheels. They sat opposite to each other upon two low seats, and Lady Locke drove sideways.
As they jogged along down the dusty country road, between the sweet smelling flowery banks, Madame Valtesi said—
"Do governesses always drive in tubs? Is it part of the system?"
"I don't know," answered Lady Locke, looking at the hunched white figure facing her, and at the little shrewd eyes peering from beneath the shade of the big and aggressively garden hat. "What system do you mean?"
"The English governess system; simple clothes, no friends, no society, no money, no late dinner, supper at nine, all the talents, and bed at ten whether you are inclined to sleep or not. Do they invariably go about in tubs as well?"
"I suppose very often. These carts are always called governess carts."
Madame Valtesi nodded enigmatically.
"I am glad I have never had to be a govern-
