"Isn't he a neighbour ?" It would have needed a much quicker eye than Mary's to catch the half-involuntary movement Ellen Harriott made when Blake's name was mentioned.

She flashed a look of enquiry at the heiress that seemed to say, "What interest do you take in Mr.Blake?
What is he to you ?" Then the long eyelashes shut down over the dark eyes again, and with an air of indifference she said-- "Oh Mr.Blake?
Of course I know him.

I dance with him sometimes at the show balls, and all that.

I have been out for a ride with him, too.

I think he's nice, but Hugh and Mrs.Gordon won't ask him here because he belongs to the selectors, and his mother was a Miss Donohoe.