d?" enquired Mrs. Ess Kay, with interest.
"The new San Francisco millionaire?"

"Don't know how new he is," said Mohunsleigh, "or even whether he's a
millionaire, for it's the sort of thing one doesn't ask a chap. But if
he isn't a millionaire he can spend money like one, for I've seen him
do it. A deuce of a good fellow he is; don't know a better anywhere."

"It's Jameson B. Harborough, isn't it?" asked Sally; and I was quite
surprised to hear her ask the question, for she never seems to take any
interest in a man just because he is a millionaire, as so many of the
other people I meet do.

"Yes, those are his initials," said Mohunsleigh, looking bored.

"Then it _is_ the millionaire, Katherine," went on Sally, quite
eagerly. "Don't you think, as he's said to be such an interesting,
original sort of person, and such a friend of Lord Mohunsleigh's,
besides, that it would be nice if you gave Lord Mohunsleigh a card to
send him, for your party on the 22d?"

"Why, yes, that's a very good idea of yours, Sally," exclaimed Mrs. Ess
Kay. "I shall be delighted. I'll give you the card now, Lord
Mohunsleigh, if you don't mind."

Lord Mohunsleigh said that he would be very pleased, but he couldn't
tell at all whether his friend went in for that sort of thing--had an
idea he didn't, and rather fought shy of society shows, though, of
course, Harborough was a gentleman, and all that.

"Anyhow, you send him the card, and write him a line saying we should
like to meet him," persisted Mrs. Ess Kay.

Accordingly, Mohunsleigh slipped the card in its crested envelope into
his pocket, and we heard nothing more of it for a while. Then, when I
at least had forgotten the conversation, in the wild rush for pleasure
in which we lived, he said one day to Mrs. Ess Kay and Sally that his
friend would be so much obliged if the invitation might be kept open.
Harborough couldn't be sure until the last moment whether he could come
or not, but would be delighted to do so, if he might be allowed to
decide at the last moment.

All Newport was soon talking about Mrs. Ess Kay's mysterious fancy
dress party, which wasn't exactly a ball, but was--nobody knew what.
People wondered about the Maze and Aladdin's Cave; and those who were
asked were sure they would be something to be remembered and talked of
through coming seasons; while those who were not, were equally certain
that the great mysteries would turn out to be stupid and childish. The
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