Lady Euphemia Vibart.
[To Brooke.] That person is too odious to me.
Brooke Twombley.
Several people have taken her up.
Lady Euphemia Vibart.
Somehow, being taken up is what she suggests.
Brooke Twombley.
She seems a sort of society mermaid—half a lady and half a milliner—what? Only it bothers you to know where the one leaves off and the other begins. Who is she?
Lady Euphemia Vibart.
In prehistoric days she was a Miss Lebanon. Lord Bulpitt’s son, Percy Gaylustre, met her at Nice—or somewhere.