“Then the fellows know one again. Especially in the East, if you tip, they remember you from year’s end to year’s end.
“Have you been in the East?”
“Oh, Greece and the Levant. I used to go out for sport and business to Cyprus; some military society of a sort there. A few piastres, properly distributed, help to keep one’s memory green. But you, of course, think this shockingly cynical. How’s your discussion society getting on? Any new Utopias lately?”
“No, I’m house-hunting, Mr. Wilcox, as I’ve already told you once. Do you know of any houses?”
“Afraid I don’t.”
“Well, what’s the point of being practical if you can’t find two distressed females a house? We merely want a small house with large rooms, and plenty of them.”
“Evie, I like that! Miss Schlegel expects me to turn house agent for her!”
“What’s that, Father?
“I want a new home in September, and someone must find it. I can’t.”
“Percy, do you know of anything?”