Nana scrutinized the portrait for a second or so.

It represented a very dark brunette with a longish face and lips pursed up in a discreet smile.

"A thoroughly fashionable lady," one might have said of the likeness, "but one who is rather more reserved than the rest." "It's strange," murmured Nana at length, "but I've certainly seen that face somewhere.

Where, I don't remember.

But it can't have been in a pretty place--oh no, I'm sure it wasn't in a pretty place." And turning toward her friend, she added, "So she's made you promise to come and see her?
What does she want with you ?" "What does she want with me?
'Gad! To talk, I expect--to be with me a bit.