”Many seek the honor of her acquaintance, but I believe I am the favored one. I’ll vow it flattens that deucedly though to keep her in diamonds,” he said, drawing from his pocket a mother of pearl portemonnaie.
”I’d like to get a peep at her myself; just a peep, Monte. Where does she reside?” I said, taking out a card.
”Oh, I don’t mind telling you. But it’s no use, she won’t see you.”
”La Belle Louise. Number what?” I asked, pretending to write.
”She is at Madame Dubourg’s, 42d street, if you wish to know,” he said, somewhat coldly, as if he thought me impertinent.
Quick as thought ‘twas on my card, and then I said, smiling:
”Oh, well, I was only jesting; I will leave day after tomorrow. But tell me, Monte, something of my old acquaintance, Miss Finnock.”
”Little Saph.!” he said, regaining his good humor. ”She is up the Hudson living with her brother, who married that horrid Miss Stelway. You remember them?”
”Very well, but is Miss Finnock not married yet?”