.

I wish," she added, "that it included husbands, because in some sets it's getting to be one dreadful case of who's whose.

Don't you think so ?" Alixe, externally calm but raging inwardly, sat pulling on her gloves, heartily sorry she had lunched with Rosamund.
The latter, already gloved, had risen and was coolly surveying the room.
"_Tiens!_" she said, "there is the youthful brother of our red-haired novice, now.

He sees us and he's coming to inflict himself--with another moon-faced creature.

Shall we bolt ?" Alixe turned and stared at Gerald, who came up boyishly red and impetuous: "How d'ye do, Mrs.Ruthven; did you get my note?
How d'ye do, Mrs.Fane; awf'fly jolly to collide this way.