The elderly “Mrs. Sparkles” was not interested in the harmony; but she was interested in the face of her hostess, which had flushed a startled pink. She asked a question under cover of the music.
“That is your model, is it not?”
“Yes.”
“What is he in real life?”
“As you see him.”
“In—deed? What is he doing it for?”
“Two and a half a day, I believe.”
“Quite enough. But why?”
“I never asked him.” And the Bonnie Lassie tripped over to her newest guest, leaving her next-to-newest quite busy with thought.
Owing to the demands upon a hostess,