Not by chance, she knew, did Miss Janet, with her softly sheathed but swift and sharp cat claws, drag in the delicate hint that while Adelaide was "cozy" in an unaristocratic _maison meublee_, she herself was ensconced in the haunts of royalty; and it suddenly came back to Del how essentially cheap was "aristocracy." "But I mustn't look at those adorable gardens," continued Janet.

"They fill me with longing for the country, for the pure, simple things.

I am so sick of the life mamma and I lead.

And you are married to dear Dory--how romantic! And I hear that Arthur is to marry Margaret Schultz--or whatever her name was--that splendid creature! She was a _dear_ friend of the trained nurse I had last spring, and what the nurse told me about her made me positively love her.

Such character! And getting ready to lead _such_ a useful life." This without the least suggestion of struggle with a difficult subject.