Mrs. Ashton turned from one to another with quick, enquiring, puzzled eyes. She saw now there was something unusual beneath the surface in all this. "What is the mystery? You will tell me, Mr. Leigh?"
"No mystery at all," answered Leigh, in a quick, light, off-hand way. "I happened to come across Mr. Hanbury accidentally and we met the lady of whom I speak."
"Oh, then she is a lady. She is not a professional model."
"Hah! No. She is not a professional model. She is a lady, of a Derbyshire family."
"I wonder do I know her. May I hear her name?"
"Mr. Hanbury will, I have no doubt tell you," said Leigh, moving off with a smile. "He was introduced to her at the meeting, I was not. He was as much struck by the likeness as I."
"The likeness! The likeness to Pallas-Athena?" said Mrs. Ashton in perplexity.
"Yes," said the dwarf with another smile, as he made room for two men who were coming up the room to Mrs. Ashton.