Julia began to smile, first a smile of inquiry, then of delight. "'Rah! 'rah!" she screamed softly; "we'll have Marie pretty again."
Marie took off her hat and coat and began to fluff her crushed hair.
"See my grey hairs, though, Julia?"
"They're nothing."
"My teeth, of course, haven't been touched since I was married. I don't know if I'll be able to afford that, but I'll try."
"Marie," said Julia, at an inexplicable tangent, "for heaven's sake why bring Desmond Rokeby here?"
"Oh, do you mind, dear? He brought me."
"Mind!" said Julia, now inexplicably tart, "I don't mind! Why should I mind anything about him? Only—"
"Only?"
"Oh, well, it doesn't matter! Let's all be jolly, if he's got to stay."