"No, dear. But I know George Tanqueray."
"As for Nicky," she went on, with high daring, "you mustn't mind what he says. He wouldn't think any mortal woman good enough for George."
Nicky's soul smiled all to itself invisibly as it admired her.
"I see," said Miss Bickersteth. "The woman isn't good enough. I hope she's good."
"Oh—good. Good as they make them."
"He knows," said Jane, "more than he lets out."
She withdrew into the corner where little Laura sat, while Miss Bickersteth put her witness under severe cross-examination.
"Is it," she said, "the masterpiece of folly?"
"It looks like it. Only, she is good."
"Good, but impossible."