Persian setting . . . ? A new figure fortunately joined them and relieved him of the responsibility of further comment on this subject.
Well, hello, cried the jaunty Capa Nolin. Mr. Deacon, you are quite the hero of the hour. I've heard your name mentioned more often this morning than anybody else's! For the moment people have even stopped gossiping about Scandia's affair with Denis Harvey.
I haven't done a thing, protested Ambrose.
You'll learn in a short while—won't he, Auburn?—that it isn't necessary to do much to be talked about here. All that is required is to be somebody and you're certainly that!
I don't know . . . Pardon me . . . Ambrose interrupted himself . . . the lady I'm lunching with has just come in.
Capa Nolin cast a glance in the direction of the indicated table.
The charming Miss Ford! she exclaimed. Imperia, Auburn, and now the new Wilhelmina! How fast you are getting on with our lovely ladies, Mr. Deacon!
Who is she? Auburn demanded.
You ought to know. She's doing her first picture, but it's on your lot. Hallam was enthusiastic about
