"Never," said the man.
"Dear me," said the other. "Such is fame!"
"Is it supposed to be famous?" he asked.
"Very," she replied. "There was a lot in the newspapers about it. You see Winton—that's my husband, you know—paid twenty-five thousand dollars to the man who created it; and that made a lot of foolish talk—people come from all over to look at it. I wanted to have it, because its shape is exactly like the coronet on my crest. Do you notice that?"
"Yes," said Montague. "It's curious."
"I'm very proud of my crest," continued Mrs. Winnie. "Of course there are vulgar rich people who have them made to order, and make them ridiculous; but ours is a real one. It's my own—not my husband's; the Duvals are an old French family, but they're not noble. I was a Morris, you know, and our line r
