LORD RONALD RICKSBOROUGH COMES TO THE COURT On the Wednesday morning, in the middle of lessons, a footman came from the duke to ask Pollyooly to go to him at once.

She went wondering, and found him in the smoking-room in a panic.
As she entered he waved a telegram at her and said: "Here's a new mess.

Lord Ronald Ricksborough--you know him--he's my heir, you know--always spends his holidays at the court.

He's been visiting friends, but his visit's at an end; and he wires to say that he's coming here--arriving this evening." "Oh, that will be nice!" cried Pollyooly.
"Oh, will it?
Suppose he finds out you're not Lady Marion ?" cried the duke.
"But he knows I'm not; and he knows I'm here," said Pollyooly.
"The deuce he does!" cried the duke.
"Yes.

I wrote and told him so," said Pollyooly.
"You did ?" cried the duke; and he clutched at his moustache.
"Yes.