If I were at the 'Plaza' I should have to meet a lot of women--" "No, you wouldn't," interrupted Manella, suddenly and sharply--"only one woman." "Only one?
You ?" She sighed, and moved impatiently.
"Oh, no! Not me.

A stranger." He looked at her with a touch of inquisitiveness.
"An invalid ?" "She may be.

I don't know.

She has golden hair." He gave a gesture of dislike.
"Dreadful! That's enough! I can imagine her,--a die-away creature with a cough and a straw-coloured wig.

Yes!--that will do, Manella! You'd better go and wait upon her.