"_But--he is to be congratulated on the marvellous medicine with which he is able to combat this ailment._ "_Let's Whisper again!_ "_This medicine is worth its weight in gold. Only millionaires can afford to take it at home, and alone, as Louis of Bavaria used to take Wagner's operas._ "_We know he was alone, because the pretty, rich young wife was out, full up with engagements for the whole afternoon. And we know he is a millionaire--oh, we know it in such a simple way! It's because his wife is a millionairess. See? The 'Whisperer' thought you would!_ "_And now for the Medicine. That needs another whisper. Sh!_ "_We spell it with a capital M, because it has been a royal Medicine since Salome, the daughter of Herodias, administered it to King Herod. Dancing is a fine art, and its greatest exponent at present in our city is fair enough to cure any King (to say nothing of the lesser nobility) even if she did not dance for him. But of course, the 'Whisperer' is sure she did dance, because with what other motive should she pay a call of consolation upon a nobleman with a cold, when his wife was not at home to nurse him? Can you think of any?_ "_Let's Whisper, that blade is very becoming to tall slender ladies with white skin and copper hair, even when they wear thick veils. Nothing suits them better, unless it's pale blue, and blue pearls. But ladies with golden hair have now taken to appearing in blue pearls--ropes of them. The 'Whisperer' supposes they are real. Why, certainly! Could they be otherwise? Yet, on the other hand, are there two such ropes in the world? We shall see. We may see any day now! And the 'Whisperer' hopes and prays that if we do see there won't be trouble. Both the ladies are so charming. Pearls are so compromising. And the gentleman is so popular._ "_Let's Whisper: What a game of Consequences!_" "There!" Mrs. Lowndes finished with a gasp. "What do you think of that?" "Can you beat it?" her husband answered with a question. "I can't," said Natalie. "But I guess the Duke will beat something or someone. He'll have to." "You mean the 'Whisperer!' H'm! Before you cook your hare, you've got to catch him. A whole lot of men have tried to catch that one. But the _Inner Circle_ still circulates."