It was his word for all that incomprehensible running in and out of shops that women went in for. "Has Fleur got her summer dresses?"
"You don't ask if I have mine."
"You don't care whether I do or not."
"Quite right. Well, she has; and I have mine—terribly expensive."
"H'm!" said Soames. "What does that chap Profond do in England?"
Annette raised the eyebrows she had just finished.
"He yachts."
"Ah!" said Soames; "he's a sleepy chap."
"Sometimes," answered Annette, and her face had a sort of quiet enjoyment. "But sometimes very amusing."
"He's got a touch of the tar-brush about him."