"I will not be called Miss Leneveu any more by you.

You must call me Miss Zoe, please,--Zoe, if you like." "Zoe, by all means.

Under the circumstances, I think it is only fitting." His eyes wandered across the room again.
"Ah!" she cried softly, "you, too, are coming under the spell, then.
I was reading about her only the other day.

They say that so many men fall in love with her--so many men to whom she gives no encouragement at all." Laverick looked into his companion's face.
"Come," he said, "my heart is not so easily won.

I can assure you that I never aspire to so mighty a personage as a Covent Garden star.
Don't you know that she gets a salary of five hundred pounds a week, and wears ropes of pearls which would represent ten times my entire income?
Heaven alone knows what her gowns cost!" "After all, though," murmured Zoe, "she is a woman.