He's one of those gracious and indispensable noblest-works-of-God who dig up evidence for divorce trials--lay traps for the so-called 'guilty-parties,' ransack waste-paper baskets for incriminating scraps of letters, bribe servants--and if they find anything, willing to blackmail either side; remarkably impartial and above prejudice in this respect, one must admit.

Altogether a most delectable breed of gentlemen.

What would our best society do without them?
And then again, what would they do without our best society ?" Mrs.De Peyster did not attempt an answer to this conjectural dilemma.
"Twin and interdependent pillars of America's shining morality," continued Mr.Pyecroft.

"Now, like you, Angelica," he mused, "I wonder what the detective party is after; what the lofty Lady De Peyster can have been doing that is spicy?
However," smiling at her, "Angelica, my dear, in the words of the great and good poet, 'We should worry.'" It was only a moment later that Matilda burst into the room and closed the door behind her.

She was almost breathless.
"He asked me for the key to"-- "your" almost escaped Matilda--"to Mrs.
De Peyster's suite.