"Catharine Greensleeve—"
"What!"
"Certainly. She's a model at Winton's joint. She's a peach. Appropriately crowned with roses she might have presided for Lucullus."
Clive said: "By that you mean she's all right, don't you? You'd better mean it anyway!"
"Is that so?"
"Yes, that's so. I know her sister. She's a charming girl. All of them are all right. You understand, don't you?"
"I understand numerous things. One of 'em's Catharine Greensleeve. And she's some plum, believe me!"
"That's all right, too, so stop talking about it!" retorted Clive sharply.
"Sure it's all right. Don't worry, just because you know her sister, will you?"