“In London, I know, you associate with that class, but in Ireland we wouldn't think of knowing them.”
“I thought you were more liberal-minded than that. If they come up here, what shall I do? I mustn't introduce you?”
“I don't mind being introduced. I should like to know Harding.”
“I can't introduce you to Harding and not to his friend.”
“I don't mind being introduced to Fletcher; I'll bow and slink off to smoke a cigarette. Is it true what they say about him, that he is irresistible, that no woman can resist him? I don't think he is good-looking—a good figure, that's all.”
“He has the most lovely hands and teeth.”
“I see; perhaps you are in love with him?”
A knock came at the door; the young men entered. Lady Seveley introduced them to Frank; he bowed coldly, and addressed Harding. But Lady Seveley said: “O Mr. Harding, I want to speak to you about your last novel; I have just finished reading it.”
“What do you think of this piece?” Fletcher asked Escott, in a hesitating and conciliatory manner.
“I am afraid he will not be able to tell you; he hasn't ceased talking since we came into the theatre.”