"I know some friends of hers," Macleod said, rather timidly.

"Oh, do you, really? Do you think she would give me a morning
performance for my Fund?"

This lady seemed to take it so much for granted that every one must have
heard of her Fund that he dared not confess his ignorance. But it was
surely some charitable thing; and how could he doubt that Miss White
would immediately respond to such an appeal?

"I should think that she would," said he, with a little hesitation; but
at this moment some other claimant came forward, and he turned away to
seek young Ogilvie once more.

"Ogilvie," said he, "who is that lady in the green satin?"

"The Duchess of Wexford."

"Has she a Fund?"

"A what?"

"A Fund--a charitable Fund of some sort."

"Oh, let me see. I think she is getting up money for a new training
ship--turning the young ragamuffins about the streets into sailors,
don't you know."

"Do you think Miss White would give a morning performance for that
Fund?"