ance. Decidedly he wanted to know what was in his companion's mind.
"What do you mean by exalted?" he asked, with a smile of faint amusement.
"Well—equal to her marvellous capacity for shining in the public eye."
Lansing still smiled. "The question is, I suppose, whether her desire to shine equals her capacity."
The aide-de-camp stared. "You mean, she's not ambitious?"
"On the contrary; I believe her to be immeasurably ambitious."
"Immeasurably?" The aide-de-camp seemed to try to measure it. "But not, surely, beyond—" "Beyond what we can offer," his eyes completed the sentence; and it was Lansing's turn to stare. The aide-de-camp faced the stare. "Yes," his eyes concluded in a flash, while his lips let fall: "The Princess Mother admires her immensely." But at that moment a wave of Mrs. Hicks's fan drew them hurriedly from their embrasure.
"Professor Darchivio had promised to explain to us the difference between the Sassanian and Byzantine motives in Carolingian art; but the Manager has sent up word that the two new Creole dancers from Paris have arrived, and her Serene Highness wants to pop down to the ball-room and take a peep at them . . . . She's sure the Professor will understand. . . ."
