"Then don't put him next to me at dinner. Oh, I forgot, of course I shall sit between two women. What's Miss Bindler like?"
"Oh, one of those women who is so much more respectable than she looks that men always find her disappointing."
"I know, now that I've been in London a month."
"She lives by what she makes racing."
"How much is that?"
"A few hundreds a year, I fancy. She is quite a good soul really."
"And Lady Drake? She's the only other one whom I haven't seen, except, of course, the paragon."
Mrs. Verulam blushed softly.
"Lady Drake? Well, she's a widow, you know."