He had the art of confounding those who would quarrel with him by reducing them to the humiliation of a stirred curiosity.
"What COULD she have made of you ?" Mamie demanded.
"My dear girl, she's not a woman who's eager to make too much of anything--anything, I mean, that will prevent her from doing as she likes, what she takes into her head.

Of course," he continued to explain, "if it's something she doesn't want to do, she'll make as much as Moses." Mamie wondered if that was the way he talked to her visitor, but felt obliged to own to his acuteness.

It was an exact description of Lady Wantridge, and she was conscious of tucking it away for future use in a corner of her miscellaneous little mind.

She withheld however all present acknowledgment, only addressing him another question.

"Did you really get on with her ?" "Have you still to learn, darling--I can't help again putting it to you--that I get on with everybody?
That's just what I don't seem able to drive into you.