“Some man. I forget the name.”
“A man!” said Mrs. Trent, in a slow, veiled contralto voice. “Why, men are always furious if they think we have any pleasure which they can’t deprive us of at a minute’s notice. A man is the last two-legged thing to be a happiness teacher.”
“Whom would you have then?” said Lady Cardington.
“Nobody, or a child.”
“Of which sex?” said Mrs. Wolfstein.
“The sex of a child,” replied Mrs. Trent.
Mrs. Wolfstein laughed rather loudly.
“I think children are the most greedy, unsatisfied individuals in—” she began.
“I was not alluding to Curzon Street children,” observed Mrs. Trent, interrupting. “When I speak in general terms of anything I always except London.”
“Why?” said Sally Perceval.