rd. We crossed the Atlantic in the same ship, you know."

"Indeed!"

"Yes. And one becomes so intimate on a voyage. It is quite ridiculous."

Deulin, leaning against the pillar at the back of the box, was
thoughtfully twisting his grizzled mustache as he watched Netty. There
was in his attitude some faint suggestion of an engineer who has set
a machine in motion and is watching the result with a contemplative
satisfaction.

Martin was reluctantly making a move. One or two carriages were allowed
to come to the gate of the lawn, and of these one was Prince Bukaty's.

"Come, Wanda," said Martin. "We must not keep him waiting. I can see
him, with his two sticks, coming out of the club enclosure."

"I will go with you to make sure that he is none the worse," said
Deulin, "and then return to the assistance of these ladies."

He did not speak as they moved slowly through the crowd. Nor did he
explain to Wanda why he had reintroduced Miss Cahere. He stood watching
the carriages after they had gone.

"The gods forbid," he said, piously, to himself, "that I should attempt
to interfere in the projects of Providence! But it is well that Wanda
should know who are her friends and who her enemies. And I think she
knows now, my shrewd princess."

And he bowed, bareheaded, in response to a gay wave of the hand from
Wanda as the carriage turned the corner and disappeared. He turned on
his heel, to find himself cut off from the grand-stand by a dense throng
of people moving rather confusedly towards the exit. The sky was black,
and a shower was impending.

"Ah, well!" he muttered, philosophically, "they are capable of taking
care of themselves."

And he joined the throng making for the gates. It appeared, however,
that he gave more credit than was merited; for Netty was carried along
by a stream of people whose aim was a gate to the left of the great
gate, and though she saw the hat of her uncle above the hats of the
other men, she could not make her way towards it. Mr. Mangles and
his sister passed out of the large gateway, and waited in the first
available space beyond it. Netty was carried by the gentle pressure of
the crowd to the smaller gate, and having passed it, decided to wait
till her uncle, who undoubtedly must have seen her, should come in
search of her. She was not uneasy. All through her life she had always
found people, especially men, ready, nay, anxious, to be kind to her.
She was looking round for Mr. Mangle