"And now as to your Ascot house-party."
At these words Mrs. Verulam was recalled to all her perplexities, and she involuntarily murmured:
"Chloe Van Adam!"
"Ah!" said Mr. Rodney, manifesting sudden animation, "did I hear you say Van Adam? Then you recognised my style? You read my little paragraph?"
"Your style? Your little what?"
"My little word in The World this week with reference to that sad American matter."
"Oh, then it was you who put it in?"
"I have a friend in New York, Lord Bernard Roche, who sends me news of that world with which the White Star Line and the ties of brotherhood connect us. He wrote to me full of poor Huskinson's—as he calls him—matrimonial misfortunes."
"He calls him Huskinson, too?"
"Too! That is his name. In America they have names like that."