She stole a sidelong glance at Wrayson.
"Why, my dear young man," she said, "it costs me--oh! quite as much as that each year to dress." Barnes looked at her as though she were something holy.

When he spoke, there was awe in his tone.

The problem which had formed itself in his thoughts demanded expression.
"And you say that you were a pal--I mean a friend of Morris's?
You wrote him letters ?" The Baroness smiled.
"Why not ?" she exclaimed.

"Women have queer tastes, you know.

We like all sorts of men.