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A SOCIAL METEOR. 107 familiar in his appearance. She drew back hast- ily, to let him pass, hoping he had not noticed her. But she had madea false estimate of her own charms, for with the quick, almost imperti- nent stare which is the characteristic of most young club men when a pretty woman is around, he stepped toward her, and, after raising his hat, held out his hand and said, warmly: ‘Why, how-do-you-do? ‘This is very pleasant, I’m sure. Are you stopping at the Hoffman ?” This very commonplace greeting affected her strangely. She grew dizzy and faint as her cold fingers came in contact with his warm ones. Her eyes rested on the diamond in his extensive shirt-front, and could get no farther. Yet she controled her voice, and said, quite calmly: “Yes, I’m here with Mrs. Thorne.” “Ah is she a pretty little woman with ecliaw hair?” he asked. “J remember her perfectly. I should be charmed to call, if I may. How long are you going to bein the city? I should like to see something of you.” He spoke carelessly, gayly, as if he were addressing some acquaintance whom he had accidentally run across, and whom he was, on the whole, rather glad to see. Eomicbooks (E(o)