“So have I!” our young lady exclaimed.
Jordan looked an instant as if she suspected her good faith, or at least her seriousness. “You know some friend—?”
“Of Lady Bradeen’s? Oh yes—I know one.”
“Only one?”
The girl laughed out. “Only one—but he’s so intimate.”
Mrs. Jordan just hesitated. “He’s a gentleman?”
“Yes, he’s not a lady.”
Her interlocutress appeared to muse. “She’s immensely surrounded.”
“She will be—with Mr. Drake!”
Mrs. Jordan’s gaze became strangely fixed. “Is she very good-looking?”