Philip.
No; I was trying my hand at journalism in those days. Dreadful trade! I was Paris correspondent to the Whitehall Gazette. That's why I was favoured. [Abruptly.] Robbie——
Roope.
Hey?
Philip.
You'll scarcely credit it. One evening, while I was at work, Ottoline turned up with her maid at my lodgings in the Rue Soufflot, sent the maid out of the room, and proposed that I should "mention" her family in my letters to the Whitehall.
Roope.
Mention them?
Philip.
Drag in allusions to 'em constantly—their entertainments and so forth; boom them, in fact.