Warble was agog to mingle, so she moved on.

Le Grand Paynter, a celebrated Cubic artist, fascinated her with his
flowing locks, flowing tie and marvelous flow of conversation. He asked to
paint her as a Semi-nude Descending a Ladder, but she only said she must
refer him to her Petticoat.

Freeman Scattergood, the well-known philanthropist was chatting with Mrs.
Charity Givens, who was the champion Subscription List Header. Many had
tried to oust her from this enviable position but without success. Near
them stood Avery Goodman, the rector, and he was deeply engaged in a
flirtation with Miss May Young, one of his choir girls.

Manley Knight, a returned soldier, was resplendent with a Croix de Guerre,
a Hot Cross Bun and many other Noughts and Crosses.

Warble fingered them in her light way.

"Isn't he splendid!" babbled Daisy Snow the _ingenue_; "Oh, how wonderful
to offer one's life for glory! You can fairly see the heroism bubble out of
his eyes!"

"How you admire him!" said Warble.

"Yes, but he doesn't care for me."

"Not specially," admitted Manley Knight. "Yes," Daisy said. "He thinks me
too ignorant and unsophisticated--and I am. Now, there's Lotta Munn, the
heiress--she's more in his line. But Ernest Swayne is devoted to Lotta. I
think it will be a real love match--like the Trues."