`Economy is a very good thing,' remarked the Duchess complacently; `when I married Paisley he had eleven castles, and not a single house fit to live in.'

`And now he has twelve houses, and not a single castle,' cried Lady Windermere.

`Well, my dear,' said the Duchess, `I like--'

`Comfort,' said Mr. Podgers, `and modern improvements, and hot water laid on in every bedroom. Your Grace is quite right. Comfort is the only thing our civilisation can give us.'

`You have told the Duchess's character admirably, Mr. Podgers, and now you must tell Lady Flora's;' and in answer to a nod from the smiling hostess, a tall girl, with sandy Scotch hair, and high shoulder-blades, stepped awkwardly from behind the sofa, and held out a long, bony hand with spatulate fingers.

`Ah, a pianist! I see,' said Mr. Podgers, `an excellent pianist, but perhaps hardly a musician. Very reserved, very honest, and with a great love of animals.'

`Quite true!' exclaimed the Duchess, turning to Lady Windermere, `absolutely true! Flora keeps two dozen collie dogs at Macloskie, and would turn our town house into a menagerie if her father would let her.'

`Well, that is just what I do with my house every Thursday evening,' cried Lady Windermere, laughing, `only I like lions better than collie dogs.'

`Your one mistake, Lady Windermere,' said Mr. Podgers, with a pompous bow.

`If a woman can't make her mistakes charming, she is only a female,' was the answer. `But you must read some more hands for us. Come, Sir Thomas, show Mr. Podgers yours;' and a genial-looking old gentleman, in a white waistcoat, came forward, and held out a thick rugged hand, with a very long third finger.

`An adventurous nature; four long voyages in the past, and one to come. Been shipwrecked three times. No, only twice, but in danger of a shipwreck your next journey. A strong Conservative, very punctual, and with a passion for collecting curiosities. Had a severe illness between the ages of sixteen and eighteen. Was left a fortune when about thirty. Great aversion to cats and Radicals.'

`Extraordinary!' exclaimed Sir Thomas; `you must really tell my wife's hand, too.'

`Your second wife's,' said Mr. Podgers quietly, still keeping Sir Thomas's hand in his. `Your second wife's. I shall be charmed;' but Lady Marvel, a melancholy-looking woman, with brown hair and sentimental eyelashes, entirely declined to have her past or her future exposed; and nothing that Lady Windermere could do would induce Monsieur de Koloff the Russian Ambassador, even to take his gloves off. In fact, many people seemed afraid to face the odd little man with his stereotyped smile, his gold spectacles, and his bright, beady eyes; and when he told poor Lady Fermor, right out before every one, that she did not care a bit for music, but was extremely fond of musicians, it was generally felt that cheiromancy was a most dangerous science, and one that ought not to be encouraged, except in a tête-a-tête.

Lord Arthur Savile, however, who did not know anything about Lady Fermor's unfortunate story, and who had been watching Mr. Podgers with a great deal of interest, was filled with an immense curiosity to have his own hand read, and feeling somewhat shy about putting himself forward, crossed over the room to where Lady Windermere was sitting, and, with a charming blush, asked her if she thought Mr. Podgers would mind.

`Of course, he won't mind,' said Lady Windermere `that is what he is here for. All my lions, Lord Arthur, are performing lions, and jump through hoops whenever I ask them. But I must warn you beforehand that I shall tell Sybil everything. She is coming to lunch with me to-morrow, to talk about bonnets, and if