articles. Now, Miss Knight has made a legitimate success as far as
she has gone."

He turned to the girl herself, who was smiling at him as she had
smiled since his entrance. He did not wonder at the prominence her
beauty had brought her, for even at this close range her make-up
could not disguise her loveliness. The lily had been painted, to
be sure, but the sacrilege was not too noticeable; and he knew
that the cheeks beneath their rouge were faintly colored, that the
lashes under the heavy beading were long and dark and sweeping. As
for her other features, no paint could conceal their perfection.
Her forehead was linelessly serene, her brows were straight and
too well-defined to need the pencil. As for her eyes, too much had
been written about them already; they had proven the despair of
many men, or so rumor had it. He saw that they had depths and
shadows and glints of color that he could not readily define. Her
nose, pronounced perfect by experts on noses, seemed faultless
indeed. Her mouth was no tiny cupid's bow, but generous enough for
character. Of course, the lips were glaringly red now, but the
expression was none the less sweet and friendly.

"There's nothing 'legitimate' about musical shows," she told him,
in reply to his last remark, "and I can't act or sing or dance as
well as Miss Demorest."

"You don't need to; just let the public rest its eyes on you and
it will be satisfied--anyhow, it should be. Of course, everybody
flatters you. Has success turned your head?"

Mrs. Knight answered for her daughter. "Lorelei has too much sense