There is Evelyn Cardwell; she came out when I did; and there comes Sandon Craig with a very old lady--there, in that old-fashioned coach--oh, it is Mrs.Jan Van Elten, senior.

What a very, very quaint old lady! I have been presented at court," she added, with a little laugh, "and now all the law has been fulfilled." For a while she kneeled there, silently intent on the passing pageant with all the unconscious curiosity of a child.

Presently, without turning: "They speak of the younger set--but what is its limit?
So many, so many people! The hunting crowd--the silly crowd--the wealthy sets--the dreadful yellow set--then all those others made out of metals--copper and coal and iron and--" She shrugged her youthful shoulders, still intent on the passing show.
"Then there are the intellectuals--the artistic, the illuminated, the musical sorts.

I--I wish I knew more of them.

They were my father's friends--some of them." She looked over her shoulder to see where Selwyn was, and whether he was listening; smiled at him, and turned, resting one hand on the window seat.