"Good enough for what?" said Julie's bitter voice. "Make yourself easy about Captain Warkworth, Evelyn; but please understand--anything is good enough for me. Don't let your dear head be troubled about my affairs. They are never serious, and nothing counts--except," she added, recklessly, "that I get a little amusement by the way."
"Julie," cried the Duchess, "as if Jacob--"
Julie frowned and released herself; then she laughed.
"Nothing that one ever says about ordinary mortals applies to Mr. Delafield. He is, of course, hors concours."
"Julie!"
"It is you, Evelyn, who make me méchante. I could be grateful--and excellent friends with that young man--in my own way."
The Duchess sighed, and held her tongue with difficulty.
When the successful hero arrived that night for dinner he found a solitary lady in the drawing-room.
Was this, indeed, Julie Le Breton--this soft, smiling vision in white?