The boss asked me to look after her and make myself useful during his absence." "Well," said Diana impatiently.

"What's the message ?" It did not interest her in the least to hear about the arrangements Max had made for Adrienne's convenience.
"Miss de Gervais is having a reception--'Hans Breitmann gif a barty,' you know--" "Of course I know," broke in Diana irritably, "seeing that I'm asked to it." Jerry continued patiently.
"And she wants you as a special favour to sing for her.

As a matter of fact there are to be one or two bigwigs there whom she thinks it might be useful for you to meet--influence, you know," he added, waving his hand expansively, "push, shove, hacking, wire-pulling--" "Oh, be quiet, Jerry," interrupted Diana, laughing in spite of herself.
"It's no good, you know.

It's dear of Adrienne to think of it, but Baroni won't let me do it.

He hasn't allowed me to sing anywhere this last year." "Doesn't want to take the cream off the milk, I suppose," said Jerry, with a grin.