She pushed in three bescribbled forms which the girl's hand was quick to appropriate,Mr.Buckton having so frequent a perverse instinct for catching first any eye that promised the sort of entertainment with which she had her peculiar affinity.The amusements of captives are full of a desperate contrivance,and one of our young friend's ha'pennyworths had been the charming tale of "Picciola."It was of course the law of the place that they were never to take no notice,as Mr.Buckton said,whom they served;but this also never prevented,certainly on the same gentleman's own part,what he was fond of describing as the underhand game.Both her companions,for that matter,made no secret of the number of favourites they had among the ladies;sweet familiarities in spite of which she had repeatedly caught each of them in stupidities and mistakes,confusions of identity and lapses of observation that never failed to remind her how the cleverness of men ends where the cleverness of women begins."Marguerite,Regent Street.Try on at six.All Spanish lace.Pearls.The full length."That was the first;it had no signature."Lady Agnes Orme,Hyde Park Place.
Impossible to-night,dining Haddon.Opera to-morrow,promised Fritz,but could do play Wednesday.Will try Haddon for Savoy,and anything in the world you like,if you can get Gussy.Sunday Montenero.Sit Mason Monday,Tuesday.Marguerite awful.Cissy."That was the second.The third,the girl noted when she took it,was on a foreign form:"Everard,Hotel Brighton,Paris.Only understand and believe.22nd to 26th,and certainly 8th and 9th.
Perhaps others.Come.Mary."
Mary was very handsome,the handsomest woman,she felt in a moment,she had ever seen--or perhaps it was only Cissy.Perhaps it was both,for she had seen stranger things than that--ladies wiring to different persons under different names.She had seen all sorts of things and pieced together all sorts of mysteries.There had once been one--not long before--who,without winking,sent off five over five different signatures.Perhaps these represented five different friends who had asked her--all women,just as perhaps now Mary and Cissy,or one or other of them,were wiring by deputy.
Sometimes she put in too much--too much of her own sense;sometimes she put in too little;and in either case this often came round to her afterwards,for she had an extraordinary way of keeping clues.