Nigel glanced over the top of his Times.
"I may as well tell you that it would not do at all," he put in.
"Why--why not ?" exclaimed Rosalie, aghast.
"Americans don't do in English society," slightingly.
"But they are coming over so much.

They like London so--all Americans like London." "Do they ?" with a drawl which made Rosalie blush until the tears started to her eyes.

"I am afraid the sentiment is scarcely mutual." Rosalie turned and fled from the room.

She turned and fled because she realised that she should burst out crying if she waited to hear another word, and she realised that of late she seemed always to be bursting out crying before one or the other of those two.

She could not help it.