"I can see that Europe won't be lost on you in anything.

Oh, who's that ?" A lady whose costume expressed saris at every point glided up the middle aisle of the grove with a graceful tilt.

Burnamy was silent.

"She must be an American.

Do you know who she is ?" "Yes." He hesitated, a little to name a woman whose tragedy had once filled the newspapers.
Mrs.March gazed after her with the fascination which such tragedies inspire.