She changed her mind that day, as her mother Marina had predicted. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. That is my real milieu, and one that I am convinced you would not only adorn but delight in. I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. Her companion was a person of no inferior condition.
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