An earl's daughter retains her courtesy title after marriage." "All right, sir.

I shan't forget." Indeed, Marcelle was jubilant.
She had been "dying" to use her mistress's title, once she became aware of it, but it was taboo at 59th Street.
Curtis had covered a good deal of ground during that brief discussion in the cab, but Hermione was not quite prepared for its logical sequel in the hotel.
Naturally, they attracted no unusual attention when they entered the hotel.

Other people merely noticed the passing of a distinguished looking young man in evening dress--for Curtis had promptly whipped off that ominous overcoat--and a slender, veiled lady, of elegant carriage, who walked up to the bureau, followed by a smartly dressed girl who gazed about her with bright, all-seeing eyes.
[Illustration: Scenes from the photo-drama.] "My wife and I have been detained in New York this evening unexpectedly," explained Curtis to the hotel clerk.

"We want a suite of rooms, a sitting-room, three bedrooms with baths--you would like Marcelle's room to communicate with yours, wouldn't you, dear ?" and he turned suddenly to Hermione.
"Y-yes," she faltered, for the attack took her unaware.
"What floor, sir?
We have a nice suite on the tenth." "Not so high, please," said Hermione.

Then she sprung a mine on her own account.