"I thought you said you were bored--and going back to New York." Roger was relieved to see that his uncle, engaged in shaking hands with the American officer, had not heard this remark.

Tact was certainly not Miss Boyson's strong point.
"I am sure I never said anything of the kind," he said, looking brazenly down upon her; "nothing in the least like it." "Oh! oh!" the lady protested, with an extravagant archness.

"Mrs.
Phillips, this is Mr.Barnes.We were just talking of him, weren't we ?" An elderly lady, quietly dressed in gray silk, turned, bowed, and looked curiously at the Englishman.
"I hear you and Miss Boyson discovered some common friends last night." "We did, indeed.

Miss Boyson posted me up in a lot of the people I have been seeing in New York.

I am most awfully obliged to her," said Barnes.
His manner was easy and forthcoming, the manner of one accustomed to feel himself welcome and considered.
"I behaved like a walking 'Who's Who,' only I was much more interesting, and didn't tell half as many lies," said the girl, in a high penetrating voice.