ldn't
be enough. Then she remembered Lydia, whom, after their unfortunate
meeting at luncheon in the autumn, she had taken through one of the
men's prisons in an effort to enlist the girl's cooperation. They had
had conferences over Evans too, for Lydia had not remained utterly
indifferent to Evans' situation, had indeed permitted, even urged, Miss
Bennett to go to visit the girl and see what could be done for her.

Miss Thorne accepted the invitation to attend the luncheon; and then, as
cold-bloodedly as a diplomat might make use of a lovely courtesan, Mrs.
Galton put her next to the great man at the speakers' table, where of
course so young, idle and useless a person had no right to be.

The governor arrived very late, with his fingers in his waistcoat pocket
to indicate to all who saw him hurrying in between the crowded tables
that he had been unavoidably detained and had spent the last half hour
in agonized contemplation of his watch. As a matter of fact, he had been
reading the papers at his club, wishing to cut down the hour of too much
food and too much noise which he knew would precede the hour of too much
speaking. He knew he would sit next to Mrs. Galton, whom he esteemed as
a wise and good philanthropist but dreaded as a companion.

Everything began as he feared. He took his place on Mrs. Galton's right,
with an apology for having been detained--unavoidably. It had looked at
one time as if he could not get there, but of course his feeling for the
great work----

Mrs. Galton, who had been through all this hundreds of times and knew he
had never intended to arrive a minute earlier than he did, smiled
warmly, and said how fortunate they counted themselves in having
obtained an hour of the time of a man whom all the world----

On the contrary, the governor esteemed it a privilege to speak on behalf
of a cause which commanded the sympathy----

It was a turning point, indeed, in the history of any cause, when a man
like the governor----

They would have gone on like this through luncheon, but at this moment a
sudden rustling at his side made the governor turn, and there--later a
good deal than he had contrived to be--was Lydia, Lydia in a tight plain
dress and a small plumed hat that made her look like a crested serpent.
Mrs. Galton introduced them, and with a sigh of relief settled back to
eating her lunch and running over her own introductory remarks in the
comfortable certainty that the governor would giv