It was he got the tickets--for Marseilles and Egypt." The Duchess began to cry silently.

Big tears ran down a face from which the glow of feeling had long fled, but her eyes were sad enough.
"Gone--gone! It is the end!" was all she could say.

Lord Windlehurst frowned, though his eyes were moist.

"We must act at once.

You must go to Egypt, Betty.