"No; who is she?"
"Why, that's"—and readers with heart-disease had better brace themselves up for a great shock—"that's SYLVIA JOY, the famous dancer!"
CHAPTER IX
SYLVIA JOY
Sylvia Joy! And I hadn't so much as looked at her petticoat for weeks! But I would now. The violet eyes and the heavy chestnut hair rose up in moralising vision. Yes! God knows, they were safe in my heart, but petticoats were another matter. Sylvia Joy!
Well, did you ever? Well, I'm d——d! Sylvia Joy!
I should have been merely superhuman had I been able to control the expression of surprise which convulsed my countenance at the sound of that most significant name.
"The name seems familiar to you," said Rosalind, a little surprised and a little eagerly; "do you know the lady?"
"Slightly," I prevaricated.