His hostess followed his eyes.
"You are one of Alice Mountgarron's admirers ?" she enquired.
"I don't even know her," he replied.

"She reminded me of some one for a moment." "She is one of the Duchess of Barminster's daughters," his companion told him.

"She married Mountgarron last year.

Her sister, Lady Jane, is rather inclined towards your political outlook.

She lives in Devonshire and tries to do good." His eyes followed the woman in black and silver until she had passed out of sight.