"So much so that I leave for England by the Campania." She shook her head slowly.
"I wouldn't if I were you." "Why not ?" Lady Carey threw away the end of her cigarette, and looked for a moment thoughtfully at her long white fingers glittering with rings.

Then she began to draw on her gloves.
"Well, in the first place," she said, "Lucille will have no time to spare for you.

You will be de trop in decidedly an uncomfortable position.

You wouldn't find London at all a good place to live in just now, even if you ever got there--which I am inclined to doubt.

And secondly, here am I--" "Circe!" he murmured.
"Waiting to be entertained, in a strange country, almost friendless.
I want to be shown everything, taken everywhere.