The Baroness gave a little sigh of content as she leaned back in her chair.

She smoked as one to the manner born.
"One must live somewhere, it is true," she agreed, "but why London?
I think that of all great cities it is the most provincial.

It lacks what you call the atmosphere.

The people are all so polite, and so deadly, deadly dull.

How different in Paris or Berlin, even Brussels!" "Circumstances are a little against us, aren't they ?" Louise remarked.
"Our opportunities for making acquaintances are limited." The Baroness made a little grimace.
"You, my young friend," she said, "are of the English--very English.
Quite Saxon, in fact.