"It's not in the least likely. But what would it matter if I did?"
"I don't like him."
"I thought you said you didn't know him?"
"I've never spoken to the bounder, if that's what you mean," said Woolf testily.
"I don't understand you. You generally don't care what I do or where I go when I'm not with you. When I see Lexie again I shall tell her you're huffy with her."
Now Alexandra had not deliberately meant to cut Woolf. She would not have done so out of consideration to Maggy; but as she had only seen his reflection in one of the shop mirrors she did not consider it necessary to turn round and bow to him. Besides, she knew he was the sort of man Mrs. Lambert would not care about, and it was quite likely that if she had acknowledged him he would have presumed on her good nature.
"What a lovely girl!" Mrs. Lambert said, when they were in the street. "She's a joy to look at. Who was the man who joined her? I seem to know his face. He looked Jewish."
"His name is Woolf."
"I wonder if he's the person who is exploiting Primus cars. He owns some racehorses too, and a sporting paper."
"It's the same," said Alexandra.