"Yes, the world is informed that Mrs. John Usselex is at home on Saturdays."
"Would you mind sending that announcement to some one whom you don't know? It's just for the civility of the thing."
"Certainly. Who is it?"
"A Mrs. Feverill."
"Feverill? Mrs. Feverill." Eden contracted her eyebrows. "Where have I heard that name before?"
"I don't think you have ever heard it."
Eden laughed. "She wears blue velvet, I am sure; but I will send the card. Where does she live?"
Usselex bent over and touched her forehead with his lips. "That is good of you," he said. "She will take it very kindly." And with that he moved to the door.
"But what is the address?" Eden called after him.
"The Ranleigh," he answered; and from the hall he added, in a louder tone, "I will be back in less than an hour."