w, on the eve of a railway
journey," said Lord Donal, taking advantage of the confusion.

Jennie Baxter made no protest.

"There is plenty of time," he whispered. "I know the leisurely nature of
Russian trains. Now I am going to the telegraph office, to send in my
resignation, and I want you to come with me and send in yours."

"No, Lord Donal," said the girl.

"Aren't you going to resign?" he asked, in surprise.

"Yes, all in good time; but _you_ are not."

"Oh, I say," he cried, "it is really imperative. I'll tell you all about
it when we get on the train."

"It is really imperative that you should not send in your resignation.
Indeed, Donal, you need not look at me with that surprised air. You may
as well get accustomed to dictation at once. You did it yourself, you
know. You can't say that I encouraged you. I eluded the vigilant Cadbury
Taylor as long as I could. But, if there is time, go to the telegraph
office and send a message to the real Princess, Palace Steinheimer,
Vienna. Say you are engaged to be married to Jennie Baxter, and ask her
to telegraph you her congratulations at Berlin."

"I'll do it," replied the young man with gratifying alacrity.

When Lord Donal came out of the telegraph office, Jennie said to him,
"Wait a moment while I go into the sleeping car and get my rugs and
handbag."

"I'll go for them," he cried impetuously.

"Oh, no," she said. "I'll tell you why, later. The conductor is a
villain and was in collusion with the police."

"Oh, I know that," said Lord Donal. "Poor devil, he can't help himself;
he must do what the police order him to do, while he is in Russia."

"I'll get my things and go into an ordinary first class carriage. When I
pass this door, you must get your belongings and come and find me. There
is still time, and I don't want the conductor to see us together."

"Very well," said the young man with exemplary obedience.

CHAPTER XX. JENNIE CONVERSES WITH A YOUNG MAN SHE THINKS MUCH OF.

When the train started, they were seated together in a carriage far
forward.

"One of my failings," said the girl, "is to act first, and think
afterwards. I am sorry now that I asked you to send that telegram to the
Princess."

"Why?"

"Because I have a great deal to tell you, and perhaps you may wish to
withdraw from the rash engagement you have undertaken."

"A likely thing!" cried the ardent lover. "Indeed, Miss Princess, if you
think you can get rid of me as