The Vultures

pose, Joseph, that Lady Orlay has been inte

les, looking with a small, bright, speculative eye out of the wind

d an invitation-card notifying that Lady Orlay would be a

the shortness of the invitation lies in the fact that we only arrived the day before yesterday,

t, Jooly, it woul

eded above all things a capacity for leaving things unsaid, the American diplomatist was not ignorant in his art. For he did not inform his sister that the invitation to which she at

few men would need to be told, moreover, the subject of her thoughts. Of

say behind that lady's back-"Jooly is

depressing square-and-flat waist which so often figures on the platform in a great cause. Her hair was black and shiny and straight; it was drawn back from her rounded temples by hydraulic pressure. Her mouth was large and rather loose; it had grown baggy by much speaking on public platforms-a fearsome thing in a wo

own and accepted Lady Orlay's invitation in the full an

eflectively, going back in her mind

king gravely at a policema

Orlay is open

habit of lapsing into the vulgarest slang when Julia mounted her high horse in the presence of himself only. When othe

larly said to be too crowded, and no

lay in her husband's brain-then plain Mr. Orlay. She had never "done with them," had never secured that peaceful domestic leisure which had always been her dream and her hus

lk, with some green about it, and a number of iridescent beetle-wings serving a

with a shrinking movement of her s

is lugubrious bass, glancing into a room where tea a

ribbon of a great order across his shirt-front. He paused for a moment near Lord and Lady Orlay, and his entrance caused, as it usually did,

man," he sometimes said. "She is so ele

es, nearer to a candelabrum, under which she was now standing, and a young officer in full

rgotten me," she said, whe

ness; but the complete innocence of her face clearly show

le that you cannot be expe

em all, mademoiselle-

lovely girl you bowed to

?" inquired Deulin, looking a

the fair hair, d

toner. Yes. Do you

ot look like one of us, does she?" And Miss Cahere lower

e of us, Miss Caher

hy

plebeians, and s

ed Miss Cahere, and her voice fell

cess in her own ri

e gave a l

the Princess Wanda, with a soft l

r?" asked Deulin, g

oyalties, are they not-for convenience, I mean-no

actually raise her eyes towards her interlocutor. A

k to a man who had been waiting at his elbow for some minutes. This also was a Frenc

moments' speech with Lady Orlay. He found that unmatched hostess at leisure in the br

s know where everybody is. Where is Mr. Mangles? A

the library-comparatively happy by h

prepostero

s woman is in the

the great lecture

the moment I received your note from Paris. They are here to-night.

n, with unusual shortness,

ment, and she looked grave. It was as if she ha

she said, with a chang

s a r

scri

great insurrection an unfailing supply of arms and ammunition came pouring into Poland

rememb

his head in the direction of the Prince Buka

sad-I like her very muc

a woman is gay and brave-

u, Monsie

nd . . . old . . . milady-God kee

to do anything I can, you know. She ha

ing," put in the Frenchman, with a si

A

k. I can see to that. The usual e

a younger man, or one less experienced and hardened, the observant might have suspected some hidden excitement. Lad

t is

asily-and spread out his hand

is w

r fan reflectively as s

Paris. A few minutes ago old Karl Steinmetz, who still watches the nations en amateur, shook hands with me. This Princ

u are in the backwater-you and Orla

to me with a light in your eye which I have seen there only once or twice dur

ound the room. After a short silence Deu

d. "You are too di

are g

of the hand descriptive of spac

Julia P. Mangles bowed in a manner which she considered impressive and the

you again," said Lad

red; "we're going to t

start?" asked

rrow m

ing Mr. Mangles depart. And her brief rev

o say good-bye,"

es

going awa

es

ot tell me wher

" answered

ay, who, as Paul Deulin had said, was

ng to Russia