"
"Have you many more beauties like that down in Mississippi?" she
asked, when they were seated. "If so, I don't see why you came up
here."
"You like her, do you?" he asked.
"I like her looks," said Mrs. Billy. "Has she got any sense? It is
quite impossible to believe that she's a widow. She needs someone to
take care of her just the same."
"I will recommend her to your favour," said Montague. "I have been
telling her about you."
"What have you told her?" asked Mrs. Billy, serenely,--"that I win
too much money at bridge, and drink Scotch at dinner?" Then, seeing
Montague blush furiously, she laughed. "I know it is true. I have
caught you thinking it half a dozen times."
And she reached out for the decanter which the butler had just
placed in front of her, and proceeded to help herself to her opening
glass.
Montague told her all about Lucy; and, in the meantime, he watched
the latter, who sat near the centre of the table, talking with
Stanley Ryder. Montague had played bridge with this man once or
twice at Mrs. Winnie's, and he thought to himself that Lucy could
hardly have met a man who would embody in himself more of the
fascinations of the Metropolis.
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