"And a corner 'ouse at that," replied Harriet, nodding her head.
"Oh, 'Arriet," said Timothy, with a gasp, "you fairly dazzle me."
The newspaper men had dazzled Harriet.
But indeed what she said seemed true to her. And it seemed true to Lord Bradstock, who had, like the man of the Circus Gazette, an eagle's glance.
"She has been playing fair," said Bradstock, "but one of them is drawing ahead, Titania."
"Good heavens, who is he, and how do you know?" asked Titania.
"It's intuition," said Bradstock, "intuition combined with, or founded on, a little observation. She's different, Titania. She takes no interest in the London County Council."
"You don't say so!" cried the duchess, in alarm.
Bradstock nodded.
"It's a fact. I asked her if she had read the last debate, and she hadn't, and when I mentioned the Deceased Wife's Sister she yawned."