“How women do vary!” Mrs. Sixsmith covertly smiled.
“To be sure.”
“My poor old friend...?”
Sir Oliver turned away.
“I notice Miss Peters here to-night,” he said.
“Whipsina?”
“With two young men.”
“Un trio n’excite pas de soupçons, they say.”
“They do....”
“Have you a programme for presently, Sir Oliver?”