"The Princess Hildegarde; did he not call me that?"
"He did."
"He must have mistaken me for some one else, then."
"The very thing," said I. "I wonder what he is doing here in London?"
"Mercy! do you know him?"
"Slightly." We were almost at the carriage. "I am sorry to say that he is a great personage in this very court which you are so soon to grace."
"How strange! I'm afraid we shan't get on."
Pembroke and I dismissed our carriage. We were going back to the club.
Ethel and her husband were already seated in their carriage.
Said Phyllis as I assisted her to enter; "And who is this Princess
Hildegarde?"
"The most beautiful woman in all the world," I answered with enthusiasm. "You will meet her also."