He is coming to luncheon." "Seems to me, Cricket," said Mr.Walraven, "Sir Roger Trajenna hangs after you like your shadow.

What does it mean ?" "It means--making your charming ward Lady Trajenna; if he can, of course." "But he's as old as the hills, Mollie." "Then I'll be a fascinating young widow all the sooner." "Disgusting!" exclaimed Mrs.Carl Walraven.

"You are perfectly heartless, Mollie Dane!" She swept from the room to dress for her shopping expedition.

It was almost twelve when she was fairly off, and then Mollie summoned her maid and gave her sundry directions with a very serious face.
"I am going to spend the morning in the blue room, Margaret," she said; "and I expect four gentlemen to call--Sir Roger Trajenna, Mr.Ingelow, Doctor Oleander, and Mr.Sardonyx." "Yes, miss," said Margaret.
"Sir Roger you will show at once into the blue room," pursued the young lady; "Mr.Ingelow into the library: Doctor Oleander into the drawing-room, and Mr.Sardonyx into the breakfast-parlor.

Do you understand ?" "Yes, miss," said Margaret.
"Very well, then; that will do.