At Derby,
of course."
"Now, Oliver, pray attend to the simpler matters that I deal with," said
Margaret, cutting off the last needle of silk. "I've done the best I can
for you. Come and appraise my work!"
She held the coat up by the collar, and I stepped forward and examined it.
"Marvellous!" said I. "It's as good as new."
Her ladyship screeched with laughter. "Oh, you courtier!" she said. "I
never saw anything better done at the Tuileries. Look a foot higher, you
rogue!"
Still even there the job was neatly and thoroughly done, and I thanked
Margaret for it heartily. With my coat on, I brightened up, and indeed I
had need to, for most of their talk was in and about a world of which I
knew nothing. Thanks to Margaret's hints and half-lights, I did well
enough.
There came a gentle rap at the door and then, without further ceremony,
the Colonel bowed in a visitor. In the twilight at the door there was no
seeing who the new-comer was, but as he stepped forward the full light
revealed him. It was Prince Charles.
"Stir not, ladies, on your allegiance!" he said gaily. I rose, bowed him
into my chair, and stood behind him.
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