thing so precious (I happen to know it's his only copy—in the most beautiful hand in all the world) Lady Augusta confessed to me that she had not had it from himself, but from Mrs. Wimbush, who had wished to give her a glimpse of it as a salve for her not being able to stay and hear it read.
"'Is that the piece he's to read,' I asked, 'when Guy Walsingham arrives?'
"'It's not for Guy Walsingham they're waiting now, it's for Dora Forbes,' Lady Augusta said. 'She's coming, I believe, early to-morrow. Mean while, Mrs. Wimbush has found out about him, and is actively wiring to him. She says he also must hear him.'
"'You bewilder me a little,' I replied; 'in the age we live in one gets lost among the genders and the pronouns. The clear thing is that Mrs. Wimbush doesn't guard such a treasure as jealously as she might.'
"'Poor dear, she has the princess to guard! Mr. Paraday lent her the manuscript to look over.'
"'Did she speak as if it were the morning paper?'
"Lady Augusta stared—my irony was lost upon her. 'She didn't have time, so she gave me a chance first; because, unfortunately, I go to-morrow to Bigwood.'
"'And your chance has only proved a chance to lose it?'
"'I haven't lost it. I remember now—it was very stupid of me to have forgotten. I told my
