She flashed hither and thither, in a dress
embroidered with wild roses and a hat festooned with them--attended
always by Eddie Helston, by various curates who cherished a hopeless
attachment to her, and by a fat German grand-duke, who had come in the
wake of the Royalties.
Her cleverness, her resource, her organizing power were lauded to the
skies, Royalty was gracious, and the grand-duke resentfully asked an
aide-de-camp on the way home why he had not been informed that such a
pretty person awaited him.
"I should den haf looked beforehand--as vel as tinking behind," said the
grand-duke, as he wrapped himself sentimentally in his military cloak,
to meditate on Lady Kitty's brown eyes.
Meanwhile Lord Parham remained closeted in his sitting-room with his
secretary. Ashe tried to gain admittance, but in vain. Lord Parham
pleaded great fatigue and his letters; and asked for a
Bradshaw.
"His lordship has inquired if there is a train to-night," said the
little secretary, evidently much flustered.
Ashe protested. And, indeed, as it turned out, there was no train worth
the taking. Then Lord Parham sent a message that he hoped to appear at
dinner.
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