"You say you know them, Constance ?" "I've met them several times--the way you meet people here.

They have a villa--rather imposing in an exotic fashion.

Why, yes, Garry, they _are_ nice; dreadfully wealthy, tremendously popular.

Mrs.Carrick, the married daughter, is very agreeable; her mother is amiable and dreadfully stout.

Then there's a boy of your age--Gray Cardross--a well-mannered youth who drives motors, and whom Mr.Classon calls a 'speed-mad cub.' Then there is Cecile Cardross--a debutante of last winter, and then--" Miss Palliser hesitated, crossed one knee over the other, and sat gently swinging her slippered foot and looking at her nephew.
"Does that conclude the list of the Cardross family ?" he asked.
"N-no.