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 strictly 'pleasure' horses in the village and in a ridiculous canopied landau she was driven over to present her letter. The sweating 'pleasure' horses pulled up to the doorway and a footman instantly presented himself. Miss Champion—very good, indeed. If the lady would wait, Miss Champion shall be informed. The ancestral clocks struck four and then five. She still waited. A maid came to tell her that Miss Champion could not be disturbed—begged to be excused—nor would she be at liberty the next day. The following week...? Would Miss Bardeen leave her address? A second maid arrived with the message that yes, Miss Champion will see Miss Bardeen—sometime. When that time came she would send for her—possibly the day after to-morrow. Lanice gave the inn as her address and noticed the maids' amazement. 'Fancy,' they would say to each other, 'and she looked a lady.'

'Your tea, Miss,' one of them suggested courteously. 'Have you had your tea as yet?' But Lanice declined. The prettiest of the maids smiled diffidently, 'Don't be put out, Miss, they are all like that—these lady-companions, hard and haughty. I think it's because her has to so bend herself to m'lady—and then her's a great author, too.' Miss Champion sent down another maid—now she would be willing to see the representative of 'Fox's Journal.' Lanice, provoked by the lady's whims, sent back word she could stay no longer.

Lanice settled herself at her inn. She felt a strange sense of waiting during the next few days. Waiting