'Yes,' she said.

'Really.' 'You mustn't judge him from his appearance,' said Althea, smiling, for Helen had now opened her eyes and was looking dreamily at the lawn-tennis players.' His clothes are odd, of course; he doesn't know how to dress; but his eyes are fine; one sees the thinker in them.' She hoped by sacrificing Franklin's clothes to elicit some appreciation of his eyes.

But Helen merely acquiesced again with: 'Yes; he doesn't know how to dress.' 'He isn't at all well off, you know,' said Althea.

'Indeed, he is quite poor.

He spends most of his money on research and philanthropy.' 'Ah, well!' Helen commented, 'it's extraordinary how little difference money makes if a man knows how to dress.' The thought of Gerald Digby went like a dart through Althea's mind.