And indeed she seemed so; there was even something like a momentary touch of colour in her pale cheek.
"Does Julian know her ?" she asked, fixing her eyes on his with the closest scrutiny.
"No, he does not." He would leave her to what conclusion she liked about his relations to Ida; in reality that mattered little.
"She is some one," he went on, "for whom I have a great regard.

As I say, she has really no friends, and she earns her own living.

I feel sure you would find her company pleasant; she is sensible and cheerful, and would be very grateful for any kindness you showed her.

Her name, by-the-by, is Ida Starr." "Ida Starr ?" "Is the name familiar to you ?" "I used to know some one called that." "Indeed?
How strange it would be if you knew her already.

I have spoken to her of you, but she didn't tell me she knew your name." "Oh no, she wouldn't.