Mrs. Fleming looked at her curiously, and smiled.
“I’m glad you have learned to despise him! Of course, he wasn’t worth a thought of yours; and it was fortunate you married Royall and escaped him, wasn’t it? I wonder what became of him, though, and if he really married Letty.”
“The subject is not worth discussing,” Daisie returned, with her loftiest air.
Meanwhile, Annette, sitting out the waltz in the cool, odorous conservatory with her elegant partner, exclaimed artlessly:
“Do you know it gave us all quite a start when we saw you to-night at the opera? You are so like a gentleman we met at Gull Beach last summer.”
“Mrs. Fleming has been telling me the same thing, and I am very curious over my double. Tell me about him, do,” said Lord Werter, fixing his large, magnetic, dark eyes on her brilliant face, and smiling his most persuasive smile.
Annette played with her fan in sudden embarrassment.
“I am very curious to hear about my double,” repeated Lord Werter; and then she blurted out:
“It will not flatter you to hear the truth about Dallas Bain. He—he turned out badly.”
“Indeed? What did he do?”