Did you ever meet a girl named Yorke--Alice Yorke?
She was down this way once." Keith said that he had met "Miss Yorke." He had met her at Ridgely Springs and also in New York.

He was glad that it was dark, and that Wickersham could not see his face.

"A very pretty girl," he hazarded as a leader, now that the subject was broached.
"Yes, rather.

Going abroad--title-hunting." "I don't expect Miss Yorke cares about a title," said Keith, stiffly.
"Mamma does.

Failing that, she wants old Lancaster and perquisites." "Who does?
Why, Mr.Lancaster is old enough to be her father!" "Pile's old, too," said Wickersham, dryly.
"She doesn't care about that either," said Keith, shortly.
"Oh, doesn't she! You know her mother ?" "No; I don't believe she does.