"So I heard. A piece of orange peel."

The woman started. "Who told you that?"

"I heard it indirectly from a professor of dancing. You were
a dancer, I believe?"

"Scarcely that," said Senora Gredos, nervously playing with
her fan; "I was learning. It was Le Beau who told you?"

"Indirectly," responded Caranby.

"I should like to know," said Maraquito deliberately, "who has
taken the trouble to tell you this. My life--the life of a
shattered invalid--can scarcely interest anyone."

"I really forget to whom I am indebted for the
information," said Lord Caranby mendaciously, "and a lady of
your beauty must always interest men while they have eyes to
see. I have seen ladies like you in Andalusia, but no one so
lovely. Let me see, was it in Andalusia or Jerusalem?" mused
Lord Caranby.

"I am a Spanish Jewess," said Maraquito, quickly and uneasily,
"I have only been in London five years."

"And met with an accident a year or two after you arrived,"
murmured Caranby; "how very sad."