"She hasn't fancied anyone else yet; when she does, she will, no doubt." "Her husband is an American, then ?" "Why, of course--didn't I tell you she came from the West?
Why, I remember crossing with her.

She was in deep mourning--in the summer of 1908.

She never spoke to anyone on board, and it was about eighteen months after that I was presented to her in Paris.

She gets prettier every day." Lord Fordyce felt this was true.
"So she could be free if she fancied anyone, you think ?" he hazarded casually, as though his interest in the subject had waned--and when Mr.
Beaton had answered, "Yes--rather," Lord Fordyce got up and sauntered off toward bed.
"One has to be up so early in the morning, here," he remarked agreeably.
"See you to-morrow at the Schlossbrunn ?--Good-night!".