“And the women.”
“Yes—they are wonderful, aren’t they?” he countered.
“Not all of them. But the one you were with yesterday seemed to me rather unusual. Who was she?”
“Ah, that,” said Selden, calmly, “was the Countess Rémond.”
He felt that he had scored, although Madame Ghita certainly did not start. But there was a new expression in her eyes.
“She is an old friend of yours?” she asked.
“No; I met her Monday evening.”
“I have never met her,” said madame; “but I am going to have lunch with her to-day.”
“Are you?” said Selden. “I am very glad. So am I.”
This time she did start.