“Whom? Miss Schley? At the Carlton. A lunch of Amalia Wolfstein’s.”

“Is she pretty?”

“Yes.”

There was no hesitation before the reply.

“What colour?

“Oh!—not Albino.”

Lord Holme stared.

“What d’you mean by that, girlie?”

“That Miss Schley is remarkably fair—fairer than I am.”

“Is she as pretty as you?