‘I get a great many begging letters, and some very amusing ones,’ she answered cautiously.  ’Young girls, of whom I never heard, write and ask me to give them pianos and the means of getting a musical education.  I once took the trouble to have one of those requests examined.  It came from a gang of thieves in Chicago.’

Lady Maud smiled, but did not seem surprised.

‘Millionaires get lots of letters of that sort,’ she said.  ’Think of poor Mr. Van Torp!’

Margaret moved uneasily at the name, which seemed to pursue her since she had left New York; but her present companion was the first person who had applied to him the adjective ‘poor.’

‘Do you know him well?’ she asked, by way of saying something.

Lady Maud was silent for a moment, and seemed to be considering the question.

‘I had not meant to speak of him,’ she answered presently.  ’I like him, and from what you said at dinner I fancy that you don’t, so we shall never agree about him.’

‘Perhaps not,’ said Margaret.  ’But I really could not have answered that odious man’s question in any other way, could I?  I meant to be quite truthful.  Though I have met Mr. Van Torp often since last Christmas, I cannot say that I know him very well, because I have not seen the best side of him.’

’Few people ever do, and you have put it as fairly as possible.  When I first met him I thought he was a dreadful person, and now we’re awfully good friends.  But I did not mean to talk about him!’

‘I wish you would,’ protested Margaret.  ’I should like to hear the other side of the case from some one who knows him well.’

‘It would take all night to tell even what I know of his story,’ said Lady Maud.  ’And as you’ve never seen me before you probably would not believe me,’ she added with philosophical calm.  ’Why should you?  The other side of the case, as I know it, is that he is kind to me, and good to people in trouble, and true to his friends.’

‘You cannot say more than that of any man,’ Margaret observed gravely.

‘I could say much more, but I want to talk to you about other things.’

Margaret, who was attracted by her, and who was sure that the story Logotheti had told was a fabrication, as he said it was, wished that her new acquaintance would leave other matters alone and tell her what she knew about Van Torp.

‘It all comes of my having mentioned him accidentally,’ said Lady Maud.  ’But I often do—­probably because I think about him a good deal.’

Margaret thought her amazingly frank, but nothing suggested itself in the way of answer, so she remained silent.

‘Did you know that your father and my father were friends at Oxford?’ Lady Maud asked, after a little pause.

‘Really?’ Margaret was surprised.

’When they were undergrads.  Your name is Donne, isn’t it?  Margaret Donne?  My father was called Foxwell then.  That’s our name, you know.  He didn’t come into the title till his uncle died, a few years ago.’