"A Legal Conveyance."
After this, what was the show! Everybody was somebody else. Only the Queen and the Prince were beyond the power of error. She found them out at once. She was enthusiastic about the distinctness of the Prince's voice in reading the Address, and she bent forward so as not to lose a syllable of the Queen's gracious reply. She explained everything wrong. A few ladies looked at her, mutely beseeching some respite for their ears; would she only give herself ten minutes' rest? No—it was a great chance for the well-informed young woman, and she made the most of it. Even the heat didn't affect her. Processions might come, and processions might go, but like the babbling brook, she could and would "go on for ever." I have forgotten to add that she also knew how everyone arrived, and her Grandmother was much interested at hearing how Her Majesty's Judges all came in an omnibus, driven and conducted by eminent judicial functionaries.
A grand show, "Abely worked by our Secretary," says Sir Early-Springs-and-Somers Vine, C.M.G., Assistant Secretary, and to both of them great praise is due. Now, then, to adapt the title of Lord Lytton's novel, "What will we do with it?"
The Man who Went.