"You have fattened, madam," he remarked, with a vague idea that she had in some way connected herself with a title.
Mariana's old laugh pealed out.
"Why, he is just as he used to be," she said, glancing brightly from Ardly to Nevins in pursuit of sympathy. "He hasn't changed a bit."
"The changes of eight years," returned Mr. Paul, "are not to be detected by a glance."
Mariana nodded smilingly and turned to Nevins.
"Now let me look at you," she said. "Come under the light. Ah! you haven't been dining at The Gotham."
"Took my last dinner there exactly six years ago next Thanksgiving Day," answered Nevins, cheerfully. "Turkey and pumpkin-pie."
She turned her eyes critically on Ardly.
"Well, he has survived his sentiment for me," she said.
Ardly protested.