She doesn't take up with anybody, you know.

Irene Burgoyne, one of her family, told me in confidence that there was a romance somewhere back in the beginning.

One of your countrymen, Alexander, by the way; an American student whom she met in Paris, I believe.

I dare say it's quite true that there's never been any one else." Mainhall vouched for her constancy with a loftiness that made Alexander smile, even while a kind of rapid excitement was tingling through him.

Blinking up at the lights, Mainhall added in his luxurious, worldly way: "She's an elegant little person, and quite capable of an extravagant bit of sentiment like that.