“God knows!” she declared.
“C’est une âme d’élite, Sir Oliver.”
“You’ve no experience at all?”
“None.”
Sir Oliver refused a dish.
“We old ones ...” he lamented. “Once upon a time, I was in closer touch with the stage.”
“Even so, Sir Oliver, you still retain your footing.”
“Footing, f-f-f——; among the whole demned lot, who persists still but, perhaps, the Marys?”
“Take the Marys. A word to them; just think what a boon!”
“Nothing so easy.”