Desire blushed beautifully. But one couldn't resent so frank an interest.
"Yes," she said.
"That thin, dark man is your husband? The one with the chin?"
"He has a chin," doubtfully. "Oh, I see what you mean. Yes, he is my husband."
"Odd you never noticed his chin before," commented the old lady. "Well, look out! That man has reserves. Who is the other one?"
"A friend."
The old lady shook a well-kept finger.
"Inconvenient things, friends!" said she. "Far better without them."
"Haven't you any?"
"Not one. They went on. All old fogies now." Her air of boredom was unfeigned.