“What an extraordinary person Mr. Eustace Lane is!” said Winifred Ames to her particular friend and happy foil, Jane Fraser. “All London is beginning to talk about him. I suppose he must be clever?”
“Oh, of course, darling, very clever; otherwise, how could he possibly gain so much notice? Just think—why, there are millions of people in London, and I’m sure only about a thousand of them, at most, attract any real attention. I think Mr. Eustace Lane is a genius.”
“Do you really, Jenny?”
“I do indeed.”
Winifred mused for a moment. Then she said:
“It must be very interesting to marry a genius, I suppose?”
“Oh, enthralling, simply. And, then, so few people can do it.”
“Yes.”
“And it must be grand to do what hardly anybody can do.”
“In the way of marrying, Jenny?”