He was there unfettered by mother or sister or sweetheart, and of course would attach himself exclusively to her.

'Lina was very happy, and more than once her loud laugh rang out so loud that Irving, with all his charity, had a faint suspicion that around his Kentucky cousin, brilliant though she was, there might linger a species of coarseness, not altogether agreeable to one of his refinement.

Still he sat chatting with her until the knowing dowagers, who year after year watch such things at Saratoga, whispered behind their fans of a flirtation between the elegant Mr.Stanley and that dark, haughty-looking girl from Kentucky.
"I never saw him so familiar with a stranger upon so short an acquaintance," said fat Mrs.Buford.
"Is that Irving Stanley, whom Lottie Gardner talks so much about ?" And Mrs.Richards leveled her glass again, for Irving Stanley was not unknown to her by reputation.

"She must be somebody, John, or he would not notice her," and she spoke in an aside, adding in a louder tone: "I wonder who she is?
There's their servant.

I mean to question her," and as Lulu came near, she said: "Girl, who do you belong to ?" "'Longs to them," answered Lulu, jerking her head toward 'Lina and Mrs.
Worthington.
"Where do you live ?" was the next query, and Lulu replied: "Spring Bank, Kentucky.