She is a patron of mine.

This is Mr.Randall Clayton, is it not ?" The young man started in surprise, as his hand involuntarily closed upon the handle of his portmanteau.

"Oh, we are neighbors," laughed Lilienthal.

"Your Mr.Robert Wade frequently drops in here to pick up an etching or a bit of French color.

I do a good deal of business with the gentlemen of the Western Trading Company." Clayton dropped his hand, instantly mollified.