The city is New York and the masks are worn by titled foreigners whose fortunes have fallen so low that they have drifted into employments much below their station in life. Once a week the Princess who runs a pawnshop, the Lord who is a chauffeur, the titled English governess, and their friends gather at a salon held by the Marchioness who runs a fashionable dressmaking establishment. The governess is the real heroine of the story and her love affair ends happily after many exciting adventures.
ormed, like Cinderella, into a fairly regal creature attired in one of the most fetching costumes ever turned out by the rapacious Deborah, of the first floor front!
The foyer curtains parted, revealing the plump, venerable figure of a butler who would have done credit to the lordliest house in all England.
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"AM I late?" she inquired, a trace of anxiety in her smiling blue eyes. She was clasping the hand of the taut little Marchioness, who looked up into the lovely face with the frankest admiration.
"I have only this instant finished dressing," said her hostess. "Moody informs me we're in for a blizzard. Is it so bad as all that?"
"What a perfectly heavenly frock!" cried Lady Jane Thorne, standing off to take in the effect.