ABSTRACT
‘Anything in the paper, Lesbia?’ asked Mr Bristley, as he came to their breakfast-table in the coffee-room of the Great Western Hotel, Paddington, where his niece had seated herself a few minutes before. It was the tenth day after the visit of the two girls to the cardinal. Friga had left for Ruddymere on the morrow of the visit, and Lesbia met her uncle, who had come up for a short stay, at their accustomed hotel.
