"By the way, Miss Brabazon's old aunt, a certain Miss Burnaby, is here too.

It's rather a quiet party, Panton; I hope you won't be bored." "I'm never bored.

Who else have you got staying with you ?" Varick ran over the list of his guests, only leaving out one, and, after a scarcely perceptible pause, he remedied the omission.
"Then there's Miss Farrow's niece; she was called after her aunt, so her real name is Blanche--" "'Known to her friends as Bubbles,'" quoted Dr.Panton, with a cynical inflection in his voice.
"How do you know that ?" exclaimed Varick.
"Because there was a portrait of the young lady in the _Sketch_ last week.

She seems to be a kind of feminine edition of the Admirable Crichton.

She can act, dance, cook--and she's famed as a medium in the psychic world--whatever that may mean!" "I see you know all about her," observed Varick, smiling.
But though he was smiling at his friend, his inner thoughts were grim thoughts.