"Yes."
"Afterwards, when we talked you over at Harley, every one had got information about you, it seemed. They were all so awfully interested in you. You looked such an extraordinary contrast to the rest of the company."
"Well, I am glad of that."
He smiled.
"It was when I heard that your grandmother was a Frenchwoman I grasped everything. I remembered there was some story in the family about a younger son marrying a beautiful Parisienne. But it seemed to me it must be too far back to be possible. And then Lady Tilchester told me she was a very old woman. So we came over next day."
"I wish you had seen more of grandmamma," I said. "You would have got on together. She used to say wonderful things sometimes."
"I thought her the most lovely old lady I had ever seen."
"Her maxims would fill a book as big as La Rochefoucauld."
"What a pity you did not write them down!"
"The Marquis and she had the religion du beau. They worshipped everything that was beautiful and suitable and refined. They never did anything for effect, only because the action was due to themselves and was a good action." I paused.