In fact, blending of races and nationalities is the tendency of the age we live in." "The blending of races seems to have been consummated already in one of the individuals at your party," said Yeovil drily; "the name Mentieth- Mendlesohnn struck me as a particularly happy obliteration of racial landmarks." Cicely laughed.
"A noisy and very wearisome sort of woman," she commented; "she reminds one of garlic that's been planted by mistake in a conservatory.

Still, she's useful as an advertising agent to any one who rubs her the right way.

She'll be invaluable in proclaiming the merits of Gorla's performance to all and sundry; that's why I invited her.

She'll probably lunch to-day at the Hotel Cecil, and every one sitting within a hundred yards of her table will hear what an emotional education they can get by going to see Gorla dance at the Caravansery." "She seems to be like the Salvation Army," said Yeovil; "her noise reaches a class of people who wouldn't trouble to read press notices." "Exactly," said Cicely.

"Gorla gets quite good notices on the whole, doesn't she ?" "The one that took my fancy most was the one in the Standard," said Yeovil, picking up that paper from a table by his side and searching its columns for the notice in question.