"Is he an Englishman?"
"Yes; his people are Cornish clergymen."
"All of them? 'What, all his pretty ones?'" cried Phyllis; "but you are very interesting, Conny, to-day. Poor fellow, he looks a little lonely sometimes; although he has a great many oddly-assorted pals."
"By the bye," went on Conny, still maintaining her severely neutral tone, "he mentioned the photographic studio, and wanted to know all about 'G. and L. Lorimer.'"
"Did you tell him," answered Phyllis, "that if you lived opposite four beautiful, fallen princesses, who kept a photographer's shop, you would at least call and be photographed."
"It is so much nicer of him that he does not," said Lucy, with decision.
Phyllis struck an attitude:
"It might have been, once only,
We lodged in a street together ..."
she began, then stopped short suddenly.