"I've never seen his wife," said Mary Smith severely and with perfect truth. "She's probably just like everybody else. You people make up ideas in your heads about classes that don't exist. Everybody's just like everybody else.... Look at old Bolney!"
"Damned if he's like anybody else!" said Miss Mosel, taking her cigarette out of her mouth and picking a long shred of yellow tobacco from her underlip at the same time. "Mamma calls him Cow Bolney."
"She's quite wrong, my dear, thoroughly wrong," said the old General fussily. "I wouldn't have believed it of your mother. I knew her when she was your age."
"Don't believe it now," said Mary Smith soothingly, "Victoria tells lies."
"No, I don't," said Miss Mosel stolidly. "Anyhow I'm coming to see old Clutterbuck."
"Not if I know it," said Mary Smith grimly.
"Oh, I don't mean at dinner," caught up Victoria Mosel lightly. "I wouldn't rag anybody's dinner, but you can't prevent my coming on, after."
Mrs. Smith gazed at her imploringly. "Don't play the fool, Vic," she begged.
"I shan't play the fool," said Victoria. "I only want to look on: I won't touch."
"Who you goin' to get?" asked Charlie.