"He fancies he finds me curious, original, a type--just now.

I dare say he thinks he takes an anthropological pleasure in my society! But in the beginning it is all the same thing, my dear, and in the end it will be all the same thing.
This delicious Loti," and she picked up "Aziade"-- "what an anthropologist he is--with a feminine bias!" Janet was tongue-tied.

She struggled with herself for an instant, and then, "I _wish_ you'd stay and dine," she said desperately.
"How thoughtless of me!" Elfrida replied, jumping up.
"You ought to be dressing, dear.

No, I can't; I've got to sup with some ladies of the Alhambra to-night--it will make such lovely copy.

But I'll go now, this very instant." Half-way downstairs Janet, in a passion of helpless tears, heard Elfrida's footsteps pause and turn.