"Yes," he said again. "Oh yes, they're married—both of them."
"Where are they?" she asked; "anywhere this way?"
"No; unfortunately they're a long way off. That's the drawback to town, isn't it? Everybody lives at such a distance from everybody else."
"Oh, I don't know," she said; "one can get about so quickly nowadays. What part are they in?"
"Nina lives in Regent's Park," he replied, "where the mists are."
"Oh, really? Regent's Park?" She seemed impressed. "I was wondering whether she would care to join our Thursday debates—we want to get as many members as we can. Two of the ladies come over from Wandsworth, but from Regent's Park it would be a drag certainly. Shall I put in sugar and milk?"
"Please." He took the cup, and sat down again—and knew that he had entered on that grade of society where there are no more men and women, and they all become "ladies" and "gentlemen."
"And the other one—'Gina?" she continued.
He felt very uncomfortable; he wouldn't say "Mayfair."
"'Gina lives further west," he murmured. "No, I won't have any cake, thank you."