“Oh Sargent, Sargent! When all she has to do is to subscribe to 'Town and Country.' Or call up the number you gave her, some time, and ask where it is.”
“There are the strictest orders about nobody but myself ever answering the telephones in my private office.”
“And servants are always perfectly obedient—and there are no stupid ones—and accidents never happen. Sargent, really—”
“That doesn't matter. I didn't come here to talk about Elizabeth.” “Really? I should think you might have. I could have given you all the information you required a good deal less expensively—and now, I suppose, I'll have to think up some way of getting rid of Elizabeth as well. I can't pay her off with one of my new dresses this time—”
“Who is he?”
“Suppose we start talking about it from the beginning, Sargent—?”
“Where is he?”
“In the dining-room, I imagine. It wouldn't be very well bred of anyone, would it, to come out and be introduced in the middle of this very loud, very vulgar quarrel that you are making with me—”
“I'm going to see.”
“No, Sargent.”