"You know her ?" "Very slightly." "Who is she?
A duchess ?" "No; a stock-broker's wife, Mrs.Braham.Why, she is a known beauty." That was enough for Monckton.

He hung back a little, and followed the carriage.

He calculated that if it left the Park at Hyde Park corner, or the Marble Arch, he could take a hansom and follow it.
When the victoria got clear of the crowd at the corner, Mrs.Braham leaned forward a moment and whispered a word to her coachman.

Instantly the carriage dashed at the Chesterfield Gate and into Mayfair at such a swift trot that there was no time to get a cab and keep it in sight.
Monckton lighted a cigarette.

"Clever girl!" said he, satirically.