“That is perfectly true. Why is it worth while for anyone to search for truth in these days when everyone is paid to conceal it?”
“Oh,” he said, “not everyone.”
“No; some lie naturally and without pay,” she admitted indifferently.
“But there are still others. For example, mademoiselle, yourself.”
“I?” She laughed, not troubling to refute the suggestion of her possible truthfulness.
He said:
“This—club—is furnished in excellent taste.”
“Yes; it is quite new.”
“Has it a name?”
“I believe it is called the Cercle Extranationale. Would monsieur also like to know the name of the club cat?”