“Now shall we go in to dinner?” he asked.
Mrs. Clephane nodded.
“The table in the corner yonder, Philippe,” Harleston said.
“Who is Mrs. Spencer?” she inquired, as soon as they were seated.
“You’ve never heard of her?”
“No—nor seen her before tonight. One is not likely to forget her; she’s as lovely as—”
“Original sin?” Harleston supplied.
Mrs. Clephane smiled.
“Not at all,” said she. “Diana is the one I was about to suggest.”
“She may look the Diana,” he replied, “but she’s very far from a Diana, believe me, very far indeed.”