“But the songstress?”
“The songstress is Mrs. Hart’s companion. She is also a Mrs.—Mrs. Lehmyl—L-e-h-m-y-l—picturesque name, isn’t it?”
“And Mr. Lehmyl—who is he?”
“Perhaps Mrs. Lehmyl is a widow, too. She dresses in black.”
“Ah, you have seen her? Describe her to me.”
“No, I haven’t seen her. But Josephine has. It is to Josephine that I owe the information so far communicated.”
“What does Josephine say she looks like?”
“Josephine doesn’t say. She caught but a meteoric glimpse of her, as she stood for a moment this afternoon at her front door. Like the woman she is, she paid more attention to her costume than she did to her features.”
“Well, any thing further?”
“Nothing.”