"She's with you?"
"No--she's at her cottage in Devonshire."
"But you'll be found out."
"Not if I go back to-morrow."
"And you are going back?"
"Yes."
"And you came all this way----?"
"Yes--here I am--in the City of Beautiful Nonsense again."
"The little old white-haired lady was right then!" he exclaimed.
"How right?"