“Her husband?”
“Yes—she has a husband—he appears at rare intervals—and a little girl at boarding school. She goes to see her but the child never comes here. She tells us quite frankly that she wants to keep her out of harm’s way.”
“How amazing!”
“Yes, she’s extraordinary. She’s Eurasian. She was born in India.”
“That accounts for a good deal. Eurasians are awful; they’ve got all the faults of both sides.”
“East is East and West is West and never the two shall meet.”
“Well, we like her.”
“So we have decided to ignore her little peccadilloes.”
“I don’t see that it’s our business. Frankly I can’t see that it has anything whatever to do with us. Do you?”
“Well I don’t know; I don’t suppose it has really.”