Her name is Lady Blennington, and she is always trying to discover new young men." Arnold glanced at her deliberately and back again at his hostess.
"There is nothing for me to say about her," he declared.
"You are wonderful," she murmured.

"That is so exactly what one feels about Lady Blennington.

Then there is Lady Templeton--that fluffy little thing behind my husband.

She looks rather as though she had come out of a toy shop, does she not ?" "She looks nice," Arnold admitted.

"I knew--" She glanced up at him and waited.