“I shouldn’t think she would be in your line.”
“What do you call my ‘line’? You don’t set her down as ‘fast’?”
“Exactly so. Mrs. Westgate tells me that there is no such thing as the ‘fast girl’ in America; that it’s an English invention, and that the term has no meaning here.”
“All the better. It’s an animal I detest.”
“You prefer a bluestocking.”
“Is that what you call Miss Alden?”
“Her sister tells me,” said Percy Beaumont, “that she is tremendously literary.”
“I don’t know anything about that. She is certainly very clever.”
“Well,” said Beaumont, “I should have supposed you would have found that sort of thing awfully slow.”
“In point of fact,” Lord Lambeth rejoined, “I find it uncommonly lively.”