"My experience with your sex," he declared enigmatically, "has not been a slight one."
"Trixy!" interrupted Mrs. Chandos at this juncture, from his other side, "Warry Trowbridge won't tell me whether to sell my Consolidated Potteries stock."
"Because he doesn't know," said Mr. Brent, laconically, and readdressed himself to Honora, who had, however, caught a glimpse of Mrs. Chandos' face.
"Don't you think it's time for you to talk to Mrs. Chandos?" she asked.
"What for?"
"Well, for one reason, it is customary, out of consideration for the hostess, to assist in turning the table."
"Lily doesn't care," he said.
"How about Mrs. Chandos? I have an idea that she does care."
He made a gesture of indifference.
"And how about me?" Honora continued. "Perhaps—I'd like to talk to Mr.
Dallam."