Miss Sinquier looked intellectual.
“I find it hot!” she said.
“You do.”
“I find London really very hot.... It’s after the north, I suppose. In the north it’s always much cooler.”
“Are you from the north?”
“Yes, indeed she is,” Mrs. Sixsmith chimed in. “And so am I,” she said. “Two north-country girls!” she added gaily.
Sir Oliver spread sentimentally his feet.
“The swans at Blenheim; the peacocks at Warwick!” he sighed.
“What do you mean, Sir Oliver?”
“Intimate souvenirs....”