"Where?" he responded, shortly.
"She was coming out of Thorley's. She wore an acre of violets. She has a footman in livery."
"How do you know it was she?"
"Well, I'll be damned! Don't I know Mariana?"
Nevins sat up and rested his head in his hands.
"How did she look?" he asked.
"Stunning. She has an air about her—"
"Always had."
"Oh, a new kind of air; the way a woman moves when she is all silk on the wrong side."
Nevins nodded.