"I beg pardon!" haughtily commented his own fair companion, who had caught his gaze aside. "You know that person? Who is she?"
"I don't know, my dear—I'm just trying to think. Her face—it looks like the goddess on some stock certificate I've seen—"
"Indeed?"
"Yes, goddess with a handful of lightning bolts."
"Indeed?"
"Yes. We might call her the 'Lady of the Lightnings' to-night. She surely does shine like the bright and morning star, the way she's illuminated—eh, what?"
"Indeed?"
"Well, hang it all! Yes. She's a looker, too!"
"Indeed?"
"Yes, indeed! And they both look like ready money." The ex-director gave a little laugh.