"To Delavan Eyre?"
Again the dun
ugg boots on sale pony jumped, this time because a sudden involuntary contraction of his rider's muscles had startled him. "What do you know of Delavan Eyre, Miss Van Arsdale?"
"I occasionally see a New York newspaper."
"Then you know who I am, too?"
"Yes. You are the pet of the society column paragraphers; the famous 'Io' Welland." She spoke with a curious intonation.
"Ah, you read the society news?"
"With a qualmish stomach. I see
classic short ugg the names of those whom I used to know advertising themselves in the papers as if they had a shaving-soap or a chewing-gum to sell."
"Part of the game," returned the girl airily. "The newcomers, the climbers, would give their souls to get the place in print that we get without an effort."
"Doesn't it seem to you a bit vulgar?" asked the other.
"Perhaps.
classic short uggs But it's the way the game is played nowadays."
"With counters which you have let the parvenues establish for you. In my day we tried to keep out of the papers."
"Clever of you," approved the girl. "The more you try to keep out, the more eager the papers are to print your picture. They're crazy over exclusiveness," she laughed.
"Speculation, pro and con, as
uggs on sale for kids to who is going to marry whom, and who is about to divorce whom, and whether Miss Welland's engagement to Mr. Eyre is authentic, 'as announced exclusively in this column'--more exclusiveness--; or whether--"
"It wasn't Del Eyre that I came out here to marry."
"No?"
"No. It's Carter Holmesley. Of course you know about him."
"By advertisement, also; the society-column kind."
"Really, you know, he couldn't keep
ugg boots on sale out of the papers. He hates it with all his British soul. But being what he is, a prospective duke, an international poloist, and all that sort of thing, the reporters naturally swarm to him. Columns and columns; more pictures than a popular _danseuse_. And all without his lifting his hand."