She has got hold of the woman's side of the Labour question as well as any one I ever came across." "She is a most remarkably attractive young person," Julian declared pensively.
"Yes, she's good-looking.

A countess in her own right, they tell me, but she keeps her title secret for fear of losing influence with the working classes.

She did a lot of good down Poplar way.

Shouldn't have thought she'd have been your sort, Julian." "Why ?" "Too serious." Julian smiled--rather a peculiar, introspective smile.
"I, too, can, be serious sometimes," he said.
His friend thrust his hands into his trousers pocket and, leaning back in his chair, looked steadfastly at his guest.
"I believe you can, Julian," he admitted.

"Sometimes I am not quite sure that I understand you.