I shall be very glad to see Mrs.Stuart; it's ages since I saw her last.' The American nodded cordially to him, and walked away.

He was one of those pleasant, ubiquitous people who know every one and find time for everything--a well-known journalist, something of an artist, and still more of a man of the world, who went through his London season with some outward grumbling, but with a real inward zest such as few popular diners-out are blessed with.

That he should have attached himself to the latest star was natural enough.

He was the most discreet and profitable of cicerones, with a real talent for making himself useful to nice people.

His friendship for Miss Bretherton gave her a certain stamp in Kendal's eyes, for Wallace had a fastidious taste in personalities and seldom made a mistake.
Kendal himself walked home, busy with very different thoughts, and was soon established at his writing-table in his high chambers overlooking an inner court of the Temple.