"Oh, then _that_'s all right," she said; "and I don't think even he
would ever have thought of 'impinging'; it's lovely, isn't it? Thank you
very much indeed," she added, as she folded up the paper and slipped it
under her girdle. "You are a most helpful person. I really think I
must--" I felt a touch on my cheek, lighter than the caress of a
butterfly's wing, softer than the tip of a baby's finger, sweeter than
the perfume of jessamine at night. For a moment the Queen continued to
flutter close about me, radiant and shining. I shut my dazzled eyes for
an instant. When I opened them she was gone.
I can't help wondering what Messrs. M---- will do. They'll be rather
rash if they persist. And yet it does seem a little----Well, doesn't it?