"Well? Was it nice?"
"Immensely. There was only one woman, but a marvelous woman. She is Hollister's wife. I feel as if I'd been hearing a new opera by Gounod. Don't ask me to describe her."
Mrs. Lee was watching the speaker's face with great intentness. It was a face that she knew very well; she had given it several years of close study.
"She is handsome, then?"
"She's exquisite. She is going to take things by storm this winter. She wants to do it, too. And I mean to help her."
"Who was she?"
"I don't know. And I don't care. I'm her devoted friend. I hope you will be. I want you to call on her."
"Are you crazy?" said Mrs. Lee. She said it so quietly and slowly, as was her wont to say all things, that she might have been making the most ordinary of queries.
"Yes," laughed Goldwin, "quite out of my head."
"Do you think I will go and see a woman I don't know, merely because you ask me to do it?"