of her reproaches to my failure to advertise my friends of my whereabouts.
"We've wasted a lot of time trying to find you," she said.
"I know you have," said I. "Half our ambassadors have led weary lives on my account. George Featherly told me so. But why should you have been anxious? I can take care of myself."
"Oh, it wasn't that," she cried scornfully; "but I wanted to tell you about Sir Jacob Borrodaile. You know he's got an embassy—at least, he will have in a month and he wrote to say he hoped you would go with him."
"Where's he going to?"
"He's going to succeed Lord Topham at Strelsau," said she. "You couldn't have a nicer place, short of Paris."
"Strelsau! H'm!" said I, glancing at my brother.
"Oh, that doesn't matter! " exclaimed Rose impatiently. "Now you will go, won't you?"
"I don't know that I care about it!"
