His Hour

"Still, no one should lie about undressed," Mrs. Hardcastle protested.

"It is not at all nice. Girls might have been riding with us, and how

dreadful it would have been then."

"Let us forget it, pet!" Tamara laughed, "and trot on and get some real

exercise."

So off they started.

Just as they were turning out of the hotel gate, late in the same

afternoon, a young man on an Arab horse passed the carriage. He was in

ordinary riding dress, and looked a slim, graceful sight as he trotted

ahead.

He never glanced their way. But while Tamara felt a sudden emotion of

sorts, Mrs. Hardcastle exclaimed: "Look, look! I am sure that is he--the mad man who wore those pyjamas."