"Oh, la!" she cried.
Keith laughed meaningly and mischievously. He was feeling entirely at home—in his mental shirtsleeves—thoroughly at ease.
"You're a lawyer, are you not?" she asked him.
"Try to be."
"Going to practise?"
"If any practice comes my way."
She looked at him, smiling slowly.
"Oh, it'll come fast enough." She seized her glass and held it to him.
"Here's to your career!" she cried. "Bottoms up!"
They clinked glasses and drank.
"You must meet people—influential people," she told him. "We must see what we can do; I'll have some of them in."