Lispenard laughed good-naturedly. He was used to his cousin’s hits at his do-nothingness, and rather enjoyed them. “He is a big beast, isn’t he? But he’s a nice fellow. We had such a good time over Le Grand’s etchings last night. Didn’t get away till after one. It’s really a pleasure to find a man who can smoke and keep quiet, and yet enjoy things strongly. Le Grand was taken with him too. We just fitted each other.”
“I’m glad you took him. I’m going to give him some society.”
“Did you ever hear the story of Dr. Brown?”
“No. What is it?”
“A certain widow announced to her son that she was to marry Dr. Brown. ‘Bully for you, Ma,’ said the son, ‘Does Dr. Brown know it?’”
“What do you mean?”
Lispenard laughed. “Does Stirling know it? Because I advise you to tell him before you decide to do anything with him. He’s not easy to drive.”
“Of course he’ll be glad to meet nice people.”
“Try him.”
“What do you mean?”