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"Oh, she has turned all the men's heads down in that part. She is

the daintiest thing under a bonnet on this planet. So say the

Serpentine-mews, to a man. She lives quietly, sings at concerts,

drives out at five every day, and returns at seven sharp for

dinner. Seldom goes out at other times, except when she sings.

Has only one male visitor, but a good deal of him. He is dark,

handsome, and dashing, never calls less than once a day, and

often twice. He is a Mr. Godfrey Norton, of the Inner Temple. See

the advantages of a cabman as a confidant. They had driven him

home a dozen times from Serpentine-mews, and knew all about him.

When I had listened to all they had to tell, I began to walk up

and down near Briony Lodge once more, and to think over my plan

of campaign.