“You’ve let yourself in for the Greek alphabet, anyhow.”
“Oh, my dear! Who is Ambrose?”
“I gather that he was a Cambridge don; lives in London now, and edits classics.”
“Did you ever see such a set of cranks? The woman asked me if I thought her husband looked like a gentleman!”
“It was hard to keep the ball rolling at dinner, certainly,” said Richard. “Why is it that the women, in that class, are so much queerer than the men?”
“They’re not half bad-looking, really—only—they’re so odd!”
They both laughed, thinking of the same things, so that there was no need to compare their impressions.
“I see I shall have quite a lot to say to Vinrace,” said Richard. “He knows Sutton and all that set. He can tell me a good deal about the conditions of ship-building in the North.”
“Oh, I’m glad. The men always are so much better than the women.”
“One always has something to say to a man certainly,” said Richard. “But I’ve no doubt you’ll chatter away fast enough about the babies, Clarice.”