“The rash creature is simply throwing her good name to the American Sunday supplements and Margot Asquith at ’ome.”
The American trembled.
“Not,” said Lady Speedway letting out a few buckles in her necklace, “that I’ll need to take any sleeping powders over that feature of the affair. But its effect on the Continent! The puncture it is bound to give British prestige!
LADY SPEEDWAY, WHO HAD THE AUTHORITY OF A TRAFFIC POLICEMAN AS TO SOCIAL MATTERS AT THE HOTEL BISCUIT.
“We English cannot be too careful of our ‘h’s’ and this mad girl picks the Sahara!
“I think only of what La Vie Parisienne will have to say about it and I blush all over. In this gown you will, I think, be able to see most of it.”
“O, come, Lady Speedway!”
“Where to?”