Let people know, or not, as might be, she cared not a whit.

Her business was her own.

No wagging of tongues could one hair's breadth disturb that splendid calm of hers.
The clerk, behind the desk, smiled and nodded at her approach.
"Please have my car brought round to the porte-cochere, at once ?" she asked.

"And tell Herrick to be sure there's plenty of gas for a long run.

I'm going through to New York." "So soon ?" queried the clerk.