"I think you know a great friend of mine, Miss Ella Maclane, of Baltimore.

She 's travelling in Europe now." Longueville's memory did not instantly respond to this signal, but he expressed that rapturous assent which the occasion demanded, and even risked the observation that the young lady from Baltimore was very pretty.

"She 's far too lovely," his companion went on.

"I have often heard her speak of you.

I think you know her sister rather better than you know her.