"What about?"
"No one said a word. How was I to know that I was going to meet a raging beauty?"
"Now what am I to say to that?"
"Nothing. Leave me to do the talking. And I'll say it over and over again."
Kitty, unmoved, wondered what exactly his wife had told him about her. He must have asked. And Townsend, looking down on her with his laughing eyes, suddenly remembered.
"What is she like?" he had enquired when his wife told him she had met Dr. Fane's bride.
"Oh, quite a nice little thing. Actressy."
"Was she on the stage?"
"Oh, no, I don't think so. Her father's a doctor or a lawyer or something. I suppose we shall have to ask them to dinner."
"There's no hurry, is there?"