“I think so,” said Braybrooke, gently but firmly.
“I was a—a young fool to use it.”
“I fancy it’s a newspaper phrase that has pushed its way somehow into the language.”
“Vulgarity pushes its way in everywhere now. Braybrooke, I want to thank you very much for your introduction to Lady Sellingworth. You were right. She has a wonderful charm. It’s a privilege for a young man, as I am I suppose, to know her. To be with her makes life seem more what it ought to be, what one wants it to be.”
Braybrooke looked extremely pleased, almost touched.
“I am glad you appreciate her,” he said. “It shows that real distinction has still a certain appeal. And so you met Beryl Van Tuyn there.”
“Do you know her?”
Braybrooke raised his eyebrows.
“Know her? How should I not know her when I am constantly running over to Paris?”
“Then I suppose she’s very much ‘in it’ there?”