"Well what are the conditions, anyhow?"
"Are you extremely beautiful?"
Among the faults of Swezey, personal vanity was not reckoned. He shook his head sadly, at the same time intimating that he guessed no one would turn round in Broadway to look at the prettiest Englishwoman alive.
Afterwards, he reflected that this was hardly the right thing to have said.
"Are you extremely diverting?"
Swezey admitted that gaiety was not his forte. Still, he pined for information.
"What does the Society do?" he asked.
"There is not any Society."
"Then why do they call themselves Souls?"
"But they don't call themselves anything whatever."