The request was directed to Gabriella, but her blue eyes mocked a challenge to George while she spoke.
"Oh, I'll give him," answered Gabriella pleasantly.

There was no harm in it, she told herself innocently again; but it was a pity that Florrie, with her remarkable beauty, should be quite so ill bred.
Five minutes later when George came back from putting Florrie into her hansom, he remarked carelessly: "She's got a figure all right." "Yes, she looks beautiful in black.

No wonder she won't leave it off." "By Jove, to think it's little Florrie! Why, I don't believe there's a finer figure in New York.

When she passed by the club yesterday the men were breaking their necks to look out of the window." Then, as if struck by a sudden suspicion, he added quickly: "Where did she get her money from?
I thought Algy died rather hard up." "I never heard much about it.

Mrs.Spencer must give her something." "I don't believe the old lady has a penny over three thousand a year, and that won't do in New York.