A raving beauty--Diana domesticated! "It is four years since I saw him.

He was then gray, dapper, and erect.
A mole on his chin, which he rubs when he talks.

He is a valet in one of the fashionable hotels.

He is--or was--the only true friend I have in New York." "Was?
What do you mean ?" "I'm afraid something has happened to him.

I found his bedroom things tossed about." "What could possibly happen to a harmless old man like Mr.Gregory ?" "Pardon me, but your egg is burning!" Kitty wheeled and lifted off the pan, choking in the smother of smoke.
She came right-about face swiftly enough.