There was just an ordinary question or two I was going to put to your uncle, but you can answer them just as well if you will." "You mean you are a reporter ?" she asked.
"That's it," he assented.

"Odd sort of life in a way, because it sends us round seeking sometimes for the most trivial information.

For instance, your uncle had a dinner-party to-night, and I have stepped round for a list of the guests." "I do not see," she answered slowly, "what possible concern that can be of your paper's." He smiled indulgently.
"Ah, Miss Longworth!" he said, "you have just come from the country, I believe.

You do not understand the way we do things in New York.

Your uncle is a famous man, and the public who buy papers to-day are dead keen upon knowing even the most trifling things that such men do.