Who is she ?" Falloden looked round, while fanning his partner.

But there was no need to look.

From the moment she entered the room, he had been aware of every movement of the girl in black.
"I suppose you mean Lady Constance Bledlow." The lady beside him raised her eyebrows in excited surprise.
"Then they're not sham! But how ridiculous that an unmarried girl should wear them! Yes they are--the Risborough pearls! I saw them once, before I married, on Lady Risborough, at a gorgeous party at the Palazzo Farnese.

Well, I hope that girl's got a trustworthy maid!" "I dare say Lady Constance values them most because they belonged to her mother!" said Falloden drily.
The lady sitting beside him laughed, and tapped him on the arm.
"Sentimentalist! Don't you know that girls nowadays--babes in the schoolroom--know the value of everything?
Who is she staying with ?" Falloden briefly explained and tried to change the subject.

But Mrs.
Glendower could not be persuaded to leave it.