“I think it is better that I first bring her to you.”

“Would she condescend to come?”

“I think so.”

There was a pause. I seated myself. Then the soft and indecisive sound of ripples stirred by an idle hand broke the heated silence.

“You say they all are your good friends?” she remarked thoughtfully.

“I know them all. Lana Helmer I have known intimately since we were children.”

“Then why is it not better to present me to her first — if you know her so very well?”

“Mrs. Bleecker is older.”

“Oh! Is this Miss Helmer then so young?”