Chapter 20

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​⁠“My dear man, whatever shall I do with you!” Philippa exclaimed pathetically, as the door closed upon the last of her callers. “The Guards, indeed!”

Lessingham smiled as he resumed his place by her side.

“Well,” he said, “I told the dear lady the truth. You will find my name well up in the list of the thirty-first battalion of the Prussian Guards.”

She threw herself back in her chair and laughed. “Ho