I laugh at you for a frump behind your back, but when I am with you, I am spellbound with admiration.

You are really superb." "Thank you, dear," said Mrs.Ralston.
She returned the impulsive kiss bestowed upon her with a funny look in her blue eyes that might almost have been compassionate if it had not been so unmistakably humorous.

She did not attempt to make the embrace a lingering one, however, and Netta Ermsted took her impetuous departure with a piqued sense of uncertainty.
"I wonder if she really has got any brains after all," she said aloud, as she sped away in her "rickshaw." "She is a quaint creature anyhow.

I rather wonder that I bother myself with her." At which juncture she met the Rajah, resplendent in green _puggarree_ and riding his favourite bay Arab, and forthwith dismissed Mrs.Ralston and all discreet counsels to the limbo of forgotten things.

She had dubbed the Rajah her Arabian Knight.