"Aren't those funny, gargoyley faces up there?
I never noticed them before.

But oh--about Mr.Dundas and Maxine de Renzie--I don't think, really, that he troubles himself much about her any more, for the other day I--I happened to ask what she was playing in Paris now, and he didn't know.

He said he hadn't been over to see her act, as it was too far away, and he was afraid when he wasn't too busy, he was too lazy." "He _said_ so to you, of course.

But when he spends Saturday to Monday at Folkestone with the godmother who's going to leave him her money, how easy to slip over the Channel to the fair Maxine, without anyone being the wiser." "Why shouldn't he slip, or slide, or steam, or sail in a balloon, if he likes ?" laughed Di, but not happily.

"You're looking much better, Lisa.
You've quite a colour now.