"Do you mean that you are going to start yourself?" the Duchess said
to her that same afternoon.
"Yes, I am."
"Then you must be very far gone in love, indeed."
"You would do as much, Duchess, if you were free as I am. It isn't a
matter of love at all. It's womanly enthusiasm for the cause one has
taken up."
"I'm quite as enthusiastic,--only I shouldn't like to go to Prague in
June."
"I'd go to Siberia in January if I could find out that that horrid
man really committed the murder."
"Who are going with you?"
"We shall be quite a company. We have got a detective policeman, and
an interpreter who understands Czech and German to go about with the
policeman, and a lawyer's clerk, and there will be my own maid."
"Everybody will know all about it before you get there."
"We are not to go quite together. The policeman and the interpreter
are to form one party, and I and my maid another. The poor clerk is
to be alone. If they get the coat, of course you'll telegraph to me."
"Who is to have the coat?"
"I suppose they'll take it to Mr.
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