"Distinguished! Now, I'm tired to death of 'distinguished' people; they're all a set of bores—ugly as sin and pedantic as schoolmasters. Don't stare—it's a fact!"
"Oh, but Mr. Rivers is not; he is young, handsome, agreeable, witty, a regular lady-killer, and worth nobody knows how much."
"Mr.—worth what?" exclaimed Gipsy, springing to her feet so impulsively that her friend started back.
"Why, what's the matter?" said Jennie in surprise.
"Nothing! nothing!" said Gipsy, hastily. "Who did you say it was?"
"Mr. Archibald Rivers, student-at-law."
"Jennie, they say I've changed greatly of late. Do you think I look anything like I did when you first saw me?"
"Why, not much. You were a tawny little fright then; you're almost handsome now," said the candid Jennie.
"Then he won't know me. Jennie, will you oblige by introducing Mr. Rivers to me under an assumed name?"
"Why——"