"None, unless you count General von Erlanger; I was his children's governess and used to play chess with him."
"And your motive in coming here?" There was a glint in his eyes I did not understand.
"I thought I had told you. I am a student in the University."
"That is all?"
I laughed. "Oh no, indeed it isn't. I am just looking around to shake hands with any opportunity that chances to come my way. I am a soldieress of fortune. That's why I came to Madame d'Artelle. Not to study folk lore."
"In Paris you were not a student?"
"Oh, you mean I was better off then? My uncle Gilmore was alive; and we all thought he was rich."
"Pardon my inquisitiveness yet further. You know New York well?" This was the scent, then.
"I know Fifth Avenue, have walked about Broadway, and once stood in a whirl of amazement on Brooklyn Bridge. But I haven't a friend in the whole city."
"Were you there five years ago?"