nk. This young person
wore a bright green tunic, bordered with gold and finished off at
the elbows and waist with red, over an undergown of flaring pink, the
sleeves of which reached her wrist; she was crowned with red and white
carnations stuck in ivy.

"I will get a dress like that," said Carlotta.

I wondered how far Mrs. McMurray possessed the colour-sense, and I
trembled. I tried to explain gently to Carlotta the undesirability of
such a costume for outdoor wear in London; but with tastes there is no
disputing, and I saw that she was but half-convinced. She will require
training in aesthetics.

She is very submissive. I said, "Run away now to Antoinette," and she
went with the cheerfulness of a child. I must rig up a sitting-room for
her, as I cannot have her in here. Also for the present she must take
her meals in her own apartments. I cannot shock the admirable Stenson
by sitting down at table with her in that improper peignoir. Besides, as
Antoinette informs me, the poor lamb eats meat with her fingers, after
the fashion of the East. I know what that is, having once been present
at an Egyptian dinner-party in Cairo, and pulled reeking lumps of flesh
out of the leg of mutton. Ugh! But as she has probably not sat down to a
meal with a man in her life, her banishment from my table will not hurt
her feelings. She must, however, be trained in Christian table-manners,
as well as in aesthetics; also in a great many other things.

Mrs. McMurray arrived with a tape-measure, a pencil, and a notebook.

"First," she announced, "I will measure her all over. Then I will go out
and procure her a set of out-door garments, and tomorrow we will spend
the whole livelong day in the shops. Do you mind if I use part of the
100 for the hire of a private brougham?"

"Have a coach and six, my dear Mrs. McMurray," I said. "It will
doubtless please Carlotta better."

I summoned Carlotta and performed the ceremony of introduction. To my
surprise she was perfectly at her ease and with the greatest courtesy of
manner invited the visitor to accompany her to her own apartments.

When Mrs. McMurray returned to the drawing-room she wore an expression
that can only be described as indescribable.

"What, my dear Sir Marcus, do you think is to be the ultimate destiny of
that young person?"

"She shall learn type-writing," said I, suddenly inspired, "and make a
fair copy of my Renaissance Morals."

"She would make a very fair copy ind