Lord Skye, who was acting as cavalier to the President's wife, was panic-stricken, and hastened to march his democratic potentate away, under pretence of showing her the decorations.

He placed her at last on her own throne, where he and the Grand-Duke relieved each other in standing guard at intervals throughout the evening.

When the Princess followed with the President, she compelled her husband to take Mrs.Lee on his arm and conduct her to the British throne, with no other object than to exasperate the President's wife, who, from her elevated platform, looked down upon the cortege with a scowl.
In all this affair Mrs.Lee was the principal sufferer.

No one could relieve her, and she was literally penned in as she sat.

The Princess kept up an incessant fire of small conversation, principally complaint and fault-finding, which no one dared to interrupt.