She gazed smilingly at Lord Caranby, yet there was a nervous look in her eyes.
"I have heard of you from Mr.Mallow," she said flushing.
"My nephew.

He comes here at times.

Indeed," said Caranby gallantly, "it was his report of your beauty that brought me here to-night." Maraquito sighed.

"The wreck of a beauty," said she bitterly, "three years ago indeed--but I met with an accident." "So I heard.

A piece of orange peel." The woman started.