"But you see a little?"
She moved uncomfortably.
"I don't say that ... it's nothing she says or does—but—sometimes I think she's a little more—a little less..."
"A little less normal?"
She rested, relieved.
"Yes, just that."
Across the broad halls came a wave of sudden sound: movement of drapery, faint clashes of metallic substances and glass, broken feminine cries and light, breathy laughter. A difference in the air became noticeable, new perfumes floated in to the little blue room, perfumes and the odour of expensive, warm fur.
—"You don't mean to say that you discard from a strong suit—always?"
"My dear, I had nothing but that queen—nothing!"
—"And that's why, as Elwell says...."