"The hall-porter at Mr. Lennox' club says he's just gone out with Mr. Jones. Yes, ma'am."
"Mr. Jones! What Mr. Jones? The novelist?"
"I'm thinking so, ma'am. A very haffable gentleman."
"Try to get him. Ask if Mr. Lennox, is there. Or, no, I'll do the talking."
Then presently she was doing it, collaborating rather in the dialogue that ensued.
"Mr. Jones?"
"Yes, darling."
Cassy, swallowing it, resumed: "Mr. Jones, forgive a stranger for intruding, I——"
"Beautiful voice, forgive me. Triple brute that I am, I thought it was my aunt."
"Then let me introduce myself. This is Miss Cara."