TWO CALLS FROM THE ENEMY Deppingham was up and about quite early the next morning--that is, quite early for him.

He had his rolls and coffee and strolled out in the shady park for a smoke.

The Princess, whose sense of humiliation had not been lessened by the fitful sleep of the night before, was walking in the shade of the trees on the lower terrace, beyond the fountains and the artificial lake.

A great straw hat, borrowed from Lady Agnes, shaded her face from the glare of the mid-morning sun.

Farther up the slope, one of the maids was playing with the dogs.