"Since when am I lucky?" asked Mavis.
"Since your father died and you had to earn your living till you were married. Old Jimmy Perigal told me all about it. You're to be envied."
"I fail to see why."
"You've mixed with the world and have escaped living with all these stuffy bores."
"They don't know how lucky they are," remarked Mavis with conviction.
"Nonsense! Give me life and the lower orders. What did my husband talk about during dinner?"
"Roses."
"Of course. When he was at his wars, I had some peace. Now I'm bored to death with flowers."
"Who was that distinguished-looking man who sat on Mrs Charles Perigal's right?" asked Mavis.
"That's Lord Robert Keevil, whose brother is the great tin-god 'Seend.'"