“Yes,” she said, bitterly. “We are both celebrities. Rather different from old times.”
“We certainly used to get more kicks than halfpence. However, let us hope all that is over now.”
“Who were those women who were with you a minute ago?”
“Cousins of Lind. Miss Marian Lind and Miss McQuinch.”
“I remember. She is pretty. I suppose, as usual, she hasnt an idea to bless herself with. The other looks more of a devil. Now that you are a great man, why dont you marry a swell?”
“I intend to do so.”
“The Lord help her then!”
“Amen. Good-bye.”
“Oh, good-bye. Go on to Soho,” she added, to the coachman, settling herself fretfully on the cushions.