Her thoughts flew to New York and her acquaintances there.

Their view was her gauge.
"Well," she said doubtfully, "perhaps, later I will; there is no one here whom we know except Mrs.Nailor.I have heard that the people are very interesting if you can get at them.

I'll invite him first to luncheon Saturday, and see how he is." It is, doubtless, just as well that none of us has the magic mirror which we used to read of in our childhood, which showed what any one we wished to know about was doing.

It would, no doubt, cause many perplexities from which, in our ignorance, we are happily free.

Had Gordon Keith known the terms on which he was invited to take a meal in the presence of Mrs.Yorke, he would have been incensed.