“Oh, rather! I knew her when I was eighteen, and she was elancée then.”
“What does elancée mean?”
“On the loose.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well—a bit free and easy, doesn’t it? Something of that sort. Smart set, you know.”
“I see. Do you, then, belong to the smart set?”
“I? No. I dislike it rather. But one rubs with all sorts in the grinding of the mill.”
“And this Mrs. Ronald Tower, whom you knew at eighteen, how old was she then?”
“About twenty-two or so.”
“And she was—gay then?”