"Then there's a Hungarian, what they call a Young Hungarian. Countess something unpronounceable. She's all right."
He swallowed as though embarrassed and Bundle observed that he was crumbling his bread nervously.
"Young and beautiful?" she inquired delicately.
"Oh! rather."
"I didn't know George went in for female beauty much."
"Oh! he doesn't. She runs baby feeding in Buda Pesth—something like that. Naturally she and Mrs. Macatta want to get together."
"Who else?"
"Sir Stanley Digby—"
"The Air Minister?"
"Yes. And his secretary, Terence O'Rourke. He's rather a lad, by the way—or used to be in his flying days. Then there's a perfectly poisonous German chap called Herr Eberhard. I don't know who he is, but we're all making the hell of a fuss about him. I've been twice told off to take him out to lunch, and I can tell you, Bundle, it was no joke. He's not like the Embassy chaps, who are all very decent. This man sucks in soup and eats peas with a knife. Not only that, but the brute is always biting his finger-nails—positively gnaws at them."