“You think so?” Mrs Stevanson was irritated and angry with herself for allowing Beatrice Jordan to say such a thing. Mrs Stevanson was proud of her breasts. Several of the famous painters had called her voluptuous.
“It’s been lovely seeing you, Helena darling. I’ve got to join my escort now. I came with Clyde.”
Beatrice said this triumphantly but gained no victory.
“You came with Clyde. How wonderful! I’m dining with him tomorrow.”
“Indeed?”
“Is he here now?”
“He’s in the other room.”
“Do tell him to see me before he leaves. There are so many people here.”
“I will, darling. Lovely to see you.” Beatrice smiled, showing her artful white false teeth and Mrs Stevanson smiled back showing her own artful white false teeth. The two women parted.
Mrs Stevanson was annoyed but she had found that the older she got the less interested she was in what people said. It was well known anyway that Beatrice Jordan was a cat.