We were going back to the club.
Ethel and her husband were already seated in their carriage.
Said Phyllis as I assisted her to enter; "And who is this Princess Hildegarde ?" "The most beautiful woman in all the world," I answered with enthusiasm.

"You will meet her also." "I do not believe I shall like her either," said Phyllis.

"Good night;" and the door swung to.
Pembroke and I made off for the club.

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