As it chanced, the first persons he saw whom he knew were Miss Georgie
Lestrange and her brother; and Miss Georgie, not perceiving that any one
was with him (for Miss Burgoyne was at the moment feasting her eyes on
some rich-hued Persian stuffs), came up to him.
"Why, Mr. Moore, you have quite disappeared of late," the ruddy-haired
damsel said, quite reproachfully. "Where have you been? What have you
been doing?"
"Don't you ever read the newspapers, Miss Lestrange?" he said. "I have
been advertised as being on view every night at the New Theatre."
"Oh, I don't mean that. Lady Adela says you have quite forsaken her."
"Is Lady Adela to be here this afternoon?" he asked, in an off-hand way.
"Oh, certainly," replied Miss Georgie. "She is going everywhere just
now, in order to put everything into her new novel. It is to be a
perfectly complete picture of London life as we see it around us."
"That is, the London between Bond Street and Campden Hill?"
"Oh, well, all London is too big for one canvas. You must cut it into
sections. I dare say she will take up Whitechapel in her next book."
Miss Burgoyne turned from the glass case to seek her companion, and
seemed a little surprised to find him talking to these two strangers.
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