By the way, I have found out who that ghost was." Mrs.Lancaster threw a mask over her face.
"He says you have more than fulfilled the promise of your girlhood: that you are the handsomest woman he has seen in New York, my dear," pursued the other, looking down at her own shapely figure.

"Of course, I do not agree with him, quite," she laughed.

"But, then, people will differ." "Louise Wentworth, vanity is a deadly sin," said the other, smiling, "and we are told in the Commandments--I forget which one--to envy nothing of our neighbor's." "He said he wanted to go to see you; that you had kindly invited him, and he wished very much to meet Mr.Lancaster," said Mrs.
Wentworth, blandly.
"Yes, I am sure they will like each other," said Mrs.Lancaster, with dignity.

"Mamma also is very anxious to see him.

She used to know him when--when he was a boy, and liked him very much, too, though she would not acknowledge it to me then." She laughed softly at some recollection.
"He spoke of your mother most pleasantly," declared Mrs.Wentworth, not without Mrs.Lancaster noticing that she was claiming to stand as Keith's friend.
"Well, I shall not be at home to-morrow," she began.