Look, is that Wallace now going up to her ?' Kendal turned and saw a short fair man, with a dry keen American face, walk up to the beauty and speak to her.

She greeted him cordially, with a beaming smile and bright emphatic movements of the head, and the three strolled on.
'Yes, that is Edward Wallace,--very much in it, apparently.

That is the way Americans have.

They always know everybody it's desirable to know.
But now's your chance, Forbes.

Stroll carelessly past them, catch Wallace's eye, and the thing is done.' Mr.Forbes had already dropped Kendal's arm, and was sauntering across the room towards the chatting trio.