She was swarthy, with red lips and fine eyes; she was dressed in
showy but cheap evening finery.

"Common and vulgar-minded," was Mavis's mental comment as she looked
at this person.

"Are you the new girl?" the stranger asked.

"Yes."

"I took you for Bella, the slavey. Sorry! Pleased to meet you."

"Thank you."

"Have you just come in from outside?"

"Yes."

"You didn't see anything of a gentleman in a big motor car?"

"No."

"I'm expecting my boy in one. He promised to call for me in his
motor car to-night and take me out to dinner and supper," continued
the girl.

"I'm rather hungry too," remarked Mavis.

"Are you going out to dinner and supper?"