"I do not think I am; I am only well-bred now and then, when it suits me; I am not going to be well-bred to-night."
"I am sorry to hear it."
"Whether they are friends of yours or not, I do not like them."
"I do not think that that matters much, either to you or to them."
"I have an instinct that they are adventuresses."
"I know for a certainty "—with growing warmth—"that they are nothing of the kind."
"Then why do not they go out anywhere?"
"Because they do not choose."
"Because no one asks them, more likely! Why were they so determined not to be introduced to me?"
"How can I tell? Perhaps"—with a wrathful laugh—"they did not like your looks!"