"Oh, but she did. She knew Lieutenant Kingsland."
"To be sure. He was the man who wagered her a dozen dozen pairs of gloves that she wouldn't swim her horse across the Serpentine in Hyde Park."
"And she won, by Jove! I can tell you she has pluck."
"And they were both arrested in consequence. I think the Lieutenant owed her some reparation, and I must say a trip down the Thames was most à propos."
"Look here, Kent-Lauriston, if you're insinuating that Kingsland put her up to——"
"Far from it, my boy, how could I insinuate anything so unlikely? Well, what other unattainable luxuries did you bestow?"
"Nothing more to speak of—why, yes. Do you know the poor little thing had never seen Irving, or been inside the Lyceum?"
"So you gave the 'poor little thing' a box party, and a champagne supper at the Savoy afterwards, I'll be bound, and yet surely it was at the Lyceum that——"
"What?"
"Oh, nothing, I was becoming reminiscent once more; it's a bad habit. Let's have the rest of it."