"Oh, we tumbled!" they cried again in their ecstasy. "But who is she? That's the point."
"Well, she was a girl."
"Yes, go on."
"A New York girl."
"Yes."
"A perfectly stunning New York girl."
"Yes. Go ahead."
"A perfectly stunning New York girl of a very wealthy and rather old-fashioned family."
"Well, I'll be shot! You don't mean it! She is practically seated on top of the Matterhorn. Poor old Billie!"
"Not at all," said Hollanden composedly.