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CHAPTER IV.
As Lothaw turned to leave the Cardinal, he was struck by a beautiful face. It was that of a matron, slim but shapely as an Ionic column. Her face was Grecian, with Corinthian temples; Hellenic eyes that looked from jutting eyebrows, like dormer- windows in an Attic forehead, completed her perfect Athenian outline. She wore a black frock-coat tightly buttoned over her bloomer trousers, and a standing collar. "Your Lordship is struck by that face," said a social parasite. "I am; who is she?" "Her name is Mary Ann. She is married to an American, and has lately invented a new religion" "Ah!" said Lothaw eagerly, with difficulty restraining himself from rushing toward her. "Yes; shall I introduce you?" Lothaw thought of Lady Coriander`s High Church proclivities, of the Cardinal, and hesitated: "No, I thank you, not now."
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