she came towards me.

"Oh," she said. "I want to choose a bath."

For an instant I looked at her. Then I remembered that I was
hatless, stickless, gloveless.

I bowed.

"Certainly, madam. What sort of bath do you require?"

She was looking at me now- narrowly rather. Quickly she swung
round and glanced about the great hall. Then she spoke, somewhat
uneasily.

"Er- if you would show me some baths with showers and things,
please- "

"With pleasure, madam. Will you come this way?"

I preceded her in the direction of the great ones.

"Now this," I said, laying my hand familiarly on the smooth edge
of one of the grandes dames, "this is 'The Duchess.' Very
popular, madam. She may not exactly figure in Society, but I can
assure you that every morning half Society figures in her." I
glanced at the girl to see an amused smile struggling with grave
suspicion in her eyes. I went on hurriedly. "We've been selling
a great number lately."