Beaton fancied himself speaking impartially, and so he allowed himself to speak bitterly; he said that in no other city in the world, except Vienna, perhaps, were such people so little a part of society.
"It isn't altogether the rich people's fault," said Margaret; and she spoke impartially, too.

"I don't believe that the literary men and the artists would like a salon that descended to them.

Madame Geoffrin, you know, was very plebeian; her husband was a business man of some sort." "He would have been a howling swell in New York," said Beaton, still impartially.
Wetmore came up to their corner, with a scroll of bread and butter in one hand and a cup of tea in the other.

Large and fat, and clean-shaven, he looked like a monk in evening dress.
"We were talking about salons," said Margaret.
"Why don't you open a salon yourself ?" asked Wetmore, breathing thickly from the anxiety of getting through the crowd without spilling his tea.
"Like poor Lady Barberina Lemon ?" said the girl, with a laugh.

"What a good story! That idea of a woman who couldn't be interested in any of the arts because she was socially and traditionally the material of them! We can, never reach that height of nonchalance in this country." "Not if we tried seriously ?" suggested the painter.