"I wish you'd drop that silly name, David," she said.
"What have you been doing, Sonia?" he asked.
"Oh, heavens! What haven't I? Mr. Erckmann took me to a meet of the Four-in-Hand Club yesterday. I dined with Lord Summertown at the Berkeley. We went on to the Vaudeville, had supper at the Savoy, and then—and then—oh yes, we danced with Hardrodt, the soda-water king. Why weren't you there, George?"
"Frankly, I haven't much use for Hardrodt," I said. "The only time I met him I thought he was a bit of an outsider."
Sonia spread out her hands with a movement of deprecation.
"But Society lives by its outsiders."
"A man oughtn't to get tight in other people's houses," I persisted.
"Well, it was his own house last night."
"Did he keep sober?" I asked.
"Well, there are sober men and sober men," she answered. "'Not drunk, but having drink taken.'"