The graciousness of her manner, however, underwent no abatement.
"I fancy," she said, "that I have heard of you somewhere lately, or is it another of the same name?
Will you not sit down and take your coffee with us--and a cigarette--yes ?" "We are keeping Mr.Wrayson from his friends, no doubt," Louise said coldly.

"Besides--do you see the time, Amy ?" But Wrayson had already drawn up a chair to the table.
"I am quite alone," he said.

"If I may stay, I shall be delighted." "Why not ?" the Baroness asked, passing her cigarette case.

"You can solve for us the problem we were just then discussing.

Is it _comme-il-faut,_ Mr.Wrayson, for two ladies, one of whom is almost middle-aged, to visit a music-hall here in London unescorted ?" Wrayson glanced from Louise to her friend.
"May I inquire," he asked blandly, "which is the lady who is posing as being almost middle-aged ?" The Baroness laughed at him softly, with a little contraction of the eyebrows, which she usually found effective.
"We are going to be friends, Mr.Wrayson," she declared.