"Come and let us arrange it with the Duchess." Prince Maiyo left Devenham House to find the stars paling in the sky, and the light of an April dawn breaking through the black clouds eastwards.

He dismissed his electric brougham with a little wave of the hand, and turned to walk to his house in St.James's Square.

As he walked, he bared his head.

After the long hours of artificially heated rooms, there was something particularly soothing about the fresh sweetness of the early spring morning.

There was something, it seemed to him, which reminded him, however faintly, of the mornings in his own land,--the perfume of the flowers from the window-boxes, perhaps, the absence of that hideous roar of traffic, or the faint aromatic scent from the lime trees in the Park, heavy from recent rain.