He started slightly.
“Did I speak about her when I was raving?” he said. “That must be Ada Lancing—Lady Ada Lancing.”
“All the people you know are lords and ladies,” she said.
He laughed apologetically.
“Oh, not all.”
“And who is she? Is she a great friend of yours?” she asked. “You spoke of her almost as much as you did of this Lord Trafford.”
“Oh, yes, she’s a friend of mine,” said Lord Norman. “She has a great many friends. She is one of the London belles.”
Esmeralda understood this, at any rate.
“Is she so very pretty?” she asked, with keen interest.
“Oh, yes, very,” he said. “Her portraits are in all the shop windows.”