She nodded. Then she turned to me and studied me for a moment.
"No, Alexis. Let Richard read my character first."
I blushed successfully.
"Why do you blush?" she asked with some interest.
"He blushed because of your unpardonable familiarity in calling him Richard," laughed Sarakoff.
"I shall be most happy, Leonora," I stammered, making an immense effort, and longing for the waiter to bring the champagne. "But I am not good at the art."
"But you must try."
I saw no way out of the predicament. Sarakoff's eyes were twinkling roguishly, so I began, keeping my gaze on the table.
"You have a well-controlled character, with a considerable power of knowing exactly what you want to do with your life, and you come from the North. I fancy you sleep badly."
"How do you know I sleep badly?" she challenged.