CHAPTER XIX.
Seated in one of the first tier boxes at the Albert Hall, in the gorgeous but obsolete uniform of a staff officer in the Russian Imperial Forces, Prince Karschoff, with Nigel on one side and Maggie on the other, gazed with keen interest at the brilliant scene below and around.
The greatest city the world has ever known seemed in those days to have entered upon an orgy of extravagance unprecedented in history.

Every box and every yard of dancing space on the floor beneath was crowded with men and women in wonderful fancy costumes, the women bedecked with jewels which eager merchants had brought together from every market of the world; even the men, in their silks and velvets and ruffles, carrying out the dominant note of wealth.

It was a ball given for charity and under royal patronage.
"All our friends seem to be here to-night," the Prince remarked, glancing around.

"I saw Naida with her father and the eternal Oscar Immelan.

Chalmers is here with an exceedingly gay party, and yonder sits his Imperial Highness, looking very much the barbaric prince .-- By the by," he added, glancing towards Maggie, "I thought that he was not coming ?" Maggie, who seemed a little tired, nodded quietly.