"I think it's the women more than the men who are taken in," said Maggy thoughtfully. "Women believe anything they see in the papers. I used to once."
"But not now?"
She shook her head. "You get to know a lot about make-believe when you're on the stage."
"I suppose you do. How is it I've never met you here before?"
"I'm Lexie's friend. I mean Miss Hersey. Excuse my bad habit of speaking of people by their Christian names. I know it's not right. I don't, myself, like to hear women call their husbands 'Daddy' or 'Father' before strangers. It always sounds to me as if they wanted you to consider yourself one of the family."
"But you know Mrs. Lambert, don't you?"
"Hardly. I met her with Lexie in a shop the other day and she asked me to lunch. So here I am. Have I come too early?"
"On the contrary. I'm very glad you're here, relieving my solitude."
"I was afraid I was boring you. I can only talk rubbish. I can't help it. You see, I don't know anything about the things that sensible people talk about. Pictures and books and politics."
"I think you do yourself an injustice. Please don't imagine I say it out of compliment, but it's evident you are full of ideas, jolly interesting ones, too."