It was a situation which I enjoyed.

All this was but momentary.

We passed on.
"Was the man crazy ?" asked Phyllis, as we moved toward the carriages, where we saw Pembroke waving his hand.
"Not exactly crazy," I answered.
"The Princess Hildegarde; did he not call me that ?" "He did." "He must have mistaken me for some one else, then." "The very thing," said I.

"I wonder what he is doing here in London ?" "Mercy! do you know him ?" "Slightly." We were almost at the carriage.

"I am sorry to say that he is a great personage in this very court which you are so soon to grace." "How strange! I'm afraid we shan't get on." Pembroke and I dismissed our carriage.