Now the millionaire who is going to marry my first love, Lucy Sorrel----" "Oh, _is_ he going to marry her ?" And Helmsley looked up with sudden interest.
"Well, I suppose he is!" And Angus threw back his head and laughed.
"He's to be back in town for the 'season'-- and you know what the London 'season' is!" "I'm sure we don't!" said Mary, with an amused glance.

"Tell us!" "An endless round of lunches, dinners, balls, operas, theatres, card-parties, and inane jabber," he answered.

"A mixture of various kinds of food which people eat recklessly with the natural results,--dyspepsia, inertia, mental vacuity, and general uselessness.

A few Court 'functions,' some picture shows, and two or three great races--and--that's all.

Some unfortunate marriages are usually the result of each year's motley." "And you think the millionaire you speak of will be one of the unfortunate ones ?" said Helmsley.
"Yes, David, I do! If he's going back to London for the season, Lucy Sorrel will never let him out of her sight again! She's made up her mind to be a Mrs.Millionaire, and she's not troubled by any over-sensitiveness or delicacy of sentiment." "That I quite believe--from what you have told me,"-- and Helmsley smiled.