He had certainly succeeded in the latter case, but as to Lavinia, the certainty was not so evident.
She was nowhere to be seen.

Dorrimore, however, for the moment was under the impression that the woman who was standing gazing at Vane's retreating figure was Lavinia and it was not Rofflash's game to undeceive him.
Dorrimore soon discovered his mistake.
"Sally Salisbury! The devil!" Of course he recognised her.

What fashionable profligate young or old would not?
"Why Archie," rejoined the lady laughingly and making him a mocking curtsey, "were you looking for me?
Faith, I'm glad of it.

A bottle of Mountain port would be exactly to my taste." "Was that your gallant who left you just now ?" "One of them," said Sally coolly.
Dorrimore turned angrily to Rofflash.
"What the devil does this mean?
Have you tricked me ?" "I'll swear I haven't.

If anybody's been playing tricks it's that crazy cat Sally," returned Rofflash in a low voice.