"No."

"She has so little time. You've no idea how popular she is,"
twittered Mrs. Knight.

Pope fancied the girl herself flushed under his inquiring eye; at
any rate, her gaze wavered and she seemed vexed by her mother's
explanation. He, too, resented Mrs. Knight's share in the
conversation. He did not like the elder woman's face, nor her
voice, nor her manner. She impressed him as another theatrical
type with which he was familiar--the stage mama. He found himself
marveling at the dissimilarity of the two women.

"Of course, a famous beauty does meet a lot of people," he said.
"Tell me what you think of our nourishing little city and our New
York men."

But Lorelei raised a slender hand.

"Not for worlds. Besides, you're making fun of me now. I was
afraid to see you, and I'd feel terribly if you printed anything I
really told you. Good interviewers never do that. They come and
talk about nothing, then go away and put the most brilliant things
into your mouth. You are considered a very dangerous person, Mr.
Pope."

"You're thinking of my story about that Demorest woman again," he
laughed.

"Is she really as bad as you described her?"