"Oh," said the stranger, "that is Lady Mary Aiden Hibbert; she is of a rather buoyant disposition."
"Not to say Tom buoyant," said Gobion, punning lazily; "she seems of an amiable complexion."
"My dear sir, complexion of both kinds is influenced by cosmetics, not by character."
"Possibly," said the other in a meditative tone; "yet not so much of a cynic as a man in quest of sensations."
"A society journalist?"
"No, merely a man who has become tired of the higher immorality, and wants something else to do."
Gobion laughed and got up. "I'm going to the Palace for an hour or two."
"May I come?" said the stranger; "my name is Jones."
"Please do. I am called Yardly Gobion. I shouldn't like to be called Jones, it's not a pretty name."