"Come along, you good people.

Jules has promised me a new omelet, on condition that we sit down at precisely half-past one.

If we are five minutes late, he declines to send it up." They took their places at the round table which had been reserved for the Duchess of Devenham,--not very far, Penelope remembered, from the table at which they had sat for dinner a little more than a fortnight ago.

The recollection of that evening brought her a sudden realization of the tragedy which seemed to have taken her life into its grip.

Again the Prince sat by her side.