“Oh, I’m very well.”
“You look it.”
“Did you know that your Uncle Wallstein has had a slight stroke?”
“I’m not surprised; he shouldn’t be so gay at his time of life, it’s unnatural.”
“He is not so very old, only fifty-two.”
“Fifty-two is not what you might call youthful, exactly. By the way, what about the Brécés?”
“The Brécés? What about them?”
“Did they thank you for the ciborium?”
“They sent their card, with a pencilled word of thanks.”
“That’s not much.”