She paused. The recollection of the Honorable Freddie had come to her. No; Valentine would not do!
"No; not Valentine," she went on—"it's too jaunty. I used it once years ago, but it never sounded just right. I want something more respectable, more suited to my position. Can't you suggest something?"
Aline pondered.
"Simpson?"
"Simpson! It's exactly right. You must practice it. Simpson! Say it kindly and yet distantly, as though I were a worm, but a worm for whom you felt a mild liking. Roll it round your tongue."
"Simpson."
"Splendid! Now once again—a little more haughtily."
"Simpson—Simpson—Simpson."
Joan regarded her with affectionate approval.
"It's wonderful!" she said. "You might have been doing it all your life."