hrough here!" said a
gray-haired dowager crossly to Eddie Helston.

Lord Parham looked at the paper in mystification. It contained these
words:

"Hope you've been counting the 'I's.' I make it fifty-seven.--K."

And in the corner of the paper a thumb-nail sketch of himself,
perorating, with a garland of capital I's round his neck.

The Premier's face became brick-red, then gray again. He folded up the
paper and put it in his waistcoat-pocket.

The meeting had broken up. For the common herd, it was to be followed by
sports in the park and refreshments in big tents. For the gentry, Lady
Kitty had a garden-party to which Royalty was coming. And as her guests
streamed out of the marquee, Lord Parham approached his hostess.

"I think this belongs to you, Lady Kitty." And taking from his pocket a
folded slip of paper he offered it to her.

Kitty looked at him. Her color was high, her eyes sparkled.

"Nothing to do with me!" she said, gayly, as she glanced at it. "But
I'll look for the owner."

"Sorry to give you the trouble," said Lord Parham, with a ceremonious
inclination. Then, turning to Ashe, he remarked that he was extremely
tired--worn out, in fact--and would ask his host's leave to desert the
garden-party while he attended to some most important letters. Ashe
offered to escort him to the house. "On the contrary, look after your
guests," said the Premier, dryly, and, beckoning to the Liberal peer who
had been his chairman, he engaged him in conversation, and the two
presently vanished through a window open to the terrace.

Kitty had been joined meanwhile by Eddie Helston, and the two stood
talking together, a flushed, excited pair. Ashe overtook them.

"May I speak to you a moment, Kitty?"

Eddie Helston glanced at the fine form and stiffened bearing of his
host, understood that his presence counted for something in the
annoyance of Ashe's expression, and departed abashed.

"I should like to see that paper, Kitty, if you don't mind."

His frown and straightened lip brought fresh wildness into Kitty's
expression.

"It is my property." She kept one hand behind her.

"I heard you just disavow that."

Kitty laughed angrily.

"Yes--that's the worst of Lord Parham--one has to tell so many lies for
his <i>beaux yeux</i>!"

"You must give it me, please," said Ashe, quietly. "I ought to know
where I am with Lord Parham. He is clearly bitterly offended--by
something, and I shall have to apologize."

Kit