My lord--I beg your pardon--were you addressing me ?" She turned from Stanford, sitting beside her and talking under the cover of the clatter of spoons and knives, and flashed the light of her most dazzling smile upon Lord Ellerton, sitting opposite.

Yes, the peer was addressing her--some question he wanted to know concerning the native Canadians, and which Kate was incapable of answering.
Rose knew all about it, and took his lordship in tow immediately.

All the witcheries known to pretty little flirts were brought to bear on the viscount, as once before they had been brought to bear on Sir Ronald Keith.
Kate smiled across at Reginald, and surrendered the peer at once.

King or Kaiser were less than nothing to her in comparison with that handsome idol on the other side of the table.
Dinner was over, and the ladies gone.

In the drawing-room Kate seated herself at the piano, to sing a bewildering duet with Rose.