"Stocks and bonds are exciting, but _your_ business puts it all over us.

Nobody would have to drive me to business every morning if there was a pretty model in a cosey studio awaiting me." "Sandy, you're rather horrid," said Miss Aulne, watching him sort out the jokers from the new packs and, with a skilful flip, send them scaling out, across the grass, for somebody to pick up.
Cameron said: "How about this Trilby business, anyway, Miss Annan?
You have a brother in it.

Is the world of art full of pretty models clad in ballet skirts--when they wear anything?
Is it all one mad, joyous melange of high-brow conversation discreetly peppered with low-brow revelry?
Yes?
No?
Inform an art lover, please--as they say in the _Times Saturday Review_." "I don't know," said Miss Annan, laughing.

"Harry never has anybody interesting in the studio when he lets me take tea there." Rose Aulne said: "I saw some photographs of a very beautiful girl in Sam Ogilvy's studio--a model.

What is her name, Alice ?--the one Sam and Harry are always raving over ?" "They call her Valerie, I believe." "Yes, that's the one--Valerie West, isn't it?
_Is_ it, Louis?
You know her, of course." Neville nodded coolly.
"Introduce me," murmured Cameron, spreading a pack for cutting.