"Chawming!"
"What a lovely wintah we are having."
"Chawming! So very, very gay, isn't it?"
"Oh, very, very gay! Haven't I met you at Mrs. Titters' teas?"
"I daresay you have. Isn't she a deah?"
"Oh, I am extravagantly fond of her!"
"I am, too. So clevah!"
"Of course you go to the opera?"
"Oh, I couldn't exist without it. Oh, Melba! Melba!"
"And Nordica! I rave over them all!"