We are Macked]," he concluded, feeling that he had produced a good epigram, a fresh one that would be repeated.

His hitherto puckered brow became smooth as a sign of pleasure, and with a slight smile he began to examine his nails.

"Where are you off to?" he said suddenly to Prince Andrew who had risen and was going toward his room.

"I am going away.

" "Where to?" "To the army.