pected her good faith, or at least her seriousness. 'You know some friend———?'
'Of Lady Bradeen's? Oh yes—I know one.'
'Only one?'
The girl laughed out. 'Only one—but he's so intimate.'
Mrs. Jordan just hesitated. 'He's a gentleman?'
'Yes, he's not a lady.'
Her interlocutress appeared to muse. 'She's immensely surrounded.'
'She will be—with Mr. Drake!'
Mrs. Jordan's gaze became strangely fixed. 'Is she very good-looking?'
'The handsomest person I know.'
Mrs. Jordan continued to contemplate. 'Well, I know some beauties.' Then, with her odd jerkiness, 'Do you think she looks good?' she inquired.
'Because that's not always the case with the good-looking?'—the other took it up. 'No, indeed, it isn't: that's one thing Cocker's has taught me. Still, there are some people who have everything. Lady Bradeen, at any rate,
