You see, I am Mrs.
George Dexter Tresslyn." "You--you are ?" he gasped.

"By Jove, I thought that your face was familiar.
I--" "One of the best advertised faces in New York about two years ago," she said, and he detected a plaintive note in the flippant remark.

"Not so well-known nowadays, thank God.

See here, Dr.Thorpe, I hope you won't think it out of place for me _to_ congratulate you." "Congratulate me?
My dear Mrs.Tresslyn, it is not I who am to be married.
You confuse me with--" "I'm congratulating you because you're not the one," said she, her eyes narrowing.

"Bless your soul, I know what I'm talking about.