'Why?
'Oh, I don't know ‑ about Margot and the man Maltravers and everything.
'I don't think I was much to blame.
'No, I suppose not, only you were part of it all.
'How's Margot?
'She's all right ‑ Margot Metroland. D'you mind if I take another drink?
'I suppose not.
'Viscountess Metroland, said Peter. 'What a name! What a man! Still, she's got Alastair all the time. Metroland doesn't mind. He's got what he wanted. I don't see much of them really. What do you do all the time, Paul?
'I'm going to be ordained soon.
'Wish I didn't feel so damned ill. What were we saying? Oh yes, about Metroland. You know, Paul, I think it was a mistake you ever got mixed up with us; don't you? We're different somehow. Don't quite know how. Don't think that's rude, do you, Paul?