Did you say that lady's name was Floyd?
Could I have seen her last week in New York ?" "Quite possible.

Perhaps you heard something about her ?" "No," said Barnes, after thinking a moment.

"I remember--somebody pointed her out at the opera." His companion looked at him with a kind of hard amusement.

Cecilia Boyson was only five-and-twenty, but there was already something in her that foretold the formidable old maid.
"Well, when people begin upon Daphne Floyd," she said, "they generally go through with it.

Ah! here comes Alfred." Captain Boyson, pushing his way through the throng, announced to his sister and General Hobson that he had found the curator in charge of the house, who sent a message by him to the effect that if only the party would wait till four o'clock, the official closing hour, he himself would have great pleasure in showing them the house when all the tourists of the day had taken their departure.
"Then," said Miss Floyd, smiling at the General, "let us go and sit in the garden, and feel ourselves aristocratic and superior." The General's brow smoothed.