"Do you play?" she asked gently.
"Very little," he said in surprise. "I have only my pay and an allowance, you see."
"That is right. He"--nodding towards Lord Deseret--"is not a good example for young men in that respect."
"He has been very kind to me. And he warns me strongly against it."
"All the same he does not set a good example. Will you come and see me?"
"I would be delighted if I may."
"Come and breakfast with me to-morrow at twelve. I shall be alone."
She gave him an address in South Audley Street, and then dismissed them all with, "Now you must go. Here is my dresser, and I have but ten minutes more." And they made their adieux and bowed themselves out.
"Is Madame English?" asked Denham, as they seated themselves in the box again.
"Originally, I think so. But she has lived much abroad and has become to some extent cosmopolitan. She certainly is not Spanish, or if she is she has most unaccountably forgotten her native tongue," said Lord Deseret, with his hovering smile.