it had been a matter of grave import whether she was in Boulogne or
Bordeaux, or had stayed at one hotel or the other. It was not the
pleasantest season of the year to travel, she wrote, but it was, of
course, the gayest in the cities. Lady Throckmorton was very kind and
very generous. She took her out a great deal, and spent a great deal of
money in sight-seeing, which proved conclusively how kind she was, as
her ladyship knew all the places worth looking at, as well as she knew
Charing Cross or St. Paul's. And at the end of a month came a letter
from Paris full of news and description.

"We reached Paris three days ago," wrote Theo, "and are going to
remain until Lady Throckmorton makes up her mind to go somewhere
else, or to return to London. She has a great number of friends
here, who have found us out already. She is very fond of Paris, and
I think would rather stay here than anywhere else; so we may not
come away until spring. We went to the opera last night, and saw
Faust again. You remember my telling you about going to see Faust
in London the first time I wore the rose-pink satin. I wore the
same dress last night, and Lady Throckmorton lent me some of her
diamonds, and made Splaighton puff my hair in a new way. Splaighton
is my maid, and I don't know what to do with her sometimes, Pamela.
You know I am used to waiting on myself, and she is so serious and
dignified that I feel half ashamed to let her do things for me. Two
or three gentlemen, who knew Lady Throckmorton, came into our box,
and were introduced to me. One of them (I think Lady Throckmorton
said he was an _attache_) called on us this morning, and brought
some lovely flowers. I must not forget to tell you about my
beautiful morning robes. One of them is a white merino, trimmed
with black velvet, and I am sure we should think it pretty enough
for a party dress at home. I am glad you liked your little present,
my darling Pam. Give my dearest love to Joanna and Elin, and tell
them I am saving my pocket money to buy them some real Parisian
dresses with. Love and kisses to mamma and the boys from

"Your THEO."

She did not know, this affectionate, handsome Theo, that when she wrote
this innocent, schoolgirl letter, she might have made it a record of
triumphs innumerable, though unconscious. She had never dreamed for a
moment that it was