"His knowledge is wonderful," she cooed. "He cured a calf which had the staggers with a preparation of his own—not Elliman."
"Who is he?"
"Some day I'll tell you; but it was not Elliman, and it was more effective."
And she fell into a beautiful reverie—one of those strange and mysterious trains of thought so apt to be suggested by an embrocation.
BOSWELL AS CHAPERON.
But Mrs. Van Adam cared nothing for such high matters. Though a charming, she was perhaps not strictly an intellectual woman. And, besides, at the moment she was full of purpose.
"Daisy—Daisy dear!" she cried, gently and persuasively shaking her dreaming friend. "Is Mr. Bush in society?"
Mrs. Verulam turned pale.