There remains the beauty of the family, Shiela." She continued to survey him with smiling intentness, and went on slowly: "Shiela Cardross; _the_ girl here.

People are quite mad about her, I assure you.

My dear, every man at Palm Beach tags after her; rows of callow youths sit and gaze at her very footprints in the sand when she crosses the beach; she turns masculine heads to the verge of permanent dislocation.

No guilty man escapes; even Courtlandt Classon is meditating treachery to me, and Mr.Cuyp has long been wavering and Gussie Vetchen too! the wretch!...

We poor women try hard to like her--but, Garry, _is_ it human to love such a girl ?" "It's divine, Constance, so you'll like her." "Oh, yes; thank you.