His Hour

"We cannot yet wear colors, but whites and grays and mauves--and won't

it be a relief from all this black," Princess Sonia said.

When they had all gone and Tamara was dressing for dinner, she felt

decidedly less depressed. She had succeeded better than she had hoped.

She had contrived to outwit the Prince, when he had plainly shown his

intention was to continue talking to her, she had turned from one to

another, and finally sat down by a handsome Chevalier Garde. In

companies she had a chance, but when they were alone!--however, that

was simple, because she must arrange that they should never be alone.