Lady A. Oh, money, of course. Her money. It’s the root of all her idylls. She’d pay anything they asked to get them published.
E. C. H’m! Did she tell you so?
Lady A. My dear, of course not. But I happen to—oh, do listen to this. I do think they might draw the line somewhere. It wouldn’t be so bad if they would keep it select. But really! That woman!
E. C. Well, who is it?
Lady A. Mrs. Judesheim! A whole paragraph about her and her diamonds. Her diamonds!
Mrs. T. Not the Bridge woman?
Lady A. Positively, my dear, though one would have thought after that last little exposé——
Mrs. T. Well, really! I wonder who they’ll put in next!
E. C. Anyone, my dear Edith—anyone who’ll pay. That’s the way it’s done. Susan wants to dispose of her articles, and, accordin’ to you, she pays, and in they go. Mrs. Whatshername has got daughters and she wants to dispose of them. So, she pays, and in they go. Quite simple, ain’t it?
Lady A. Oh, but I’m sure you are wrong.