"I used to know some Dexters years ago."

"Yes, it is quite a good name, and Molly is of good family: she is a
cousin of Lady Dawning, but she is an orphan. I think I must call her
Molly at once," and the little round eyes looked wistful and kindly.

Sir Edmund was able from this to conclude rightly that Mrs. Delaport
Green was not aware of the existence of Madame Danterre, and would have
no suspicions as to the sources of the fortune that supplied Molly's
large allowance. It had, in fact, been thought wiser not to offer
explanations which had not been called for.

"It will be very tiresome for you," said Grosse. "You will have to amuse
her, you know, and is she worth while?"

"Quite; she will pay--let me see--she will pay for the new motor, and
she will go to my dressmaker and keep her in a good temper. But, of
course, I shall have to make sacrifices and find her partners. I must
try and not let my poor people miss me. They would miss me dreadfully,
though I know you don't think so."

"And you don't even know what she is like?"

"Oh, yes, I do; I have seen her once, and she is oh! so interesting:
olive skin, black, or almost black, hair, almond-shaped grey eyes--no, I
don't mean almond-shaped, but really very curiously-shaped eyes, full
of--let me see if I can tell you what they are full of--something that,
in fact, makes you shiver and feel quite excited. But, do you know, she
hardly speaks, and then in such a low voice. I'll tell you now, I'll