"If she does, I 'll tell her Nancy 's an angel."
"If you can say so conscientiously, she 'll be delighted to hear it," Mrs. Dolphin replied, as she gathered up her cloak and gloves.
Meeting Rupert Waterville the next day, as he often did, at the St. George's Club, which offers a much-appreciated hospitality to secretaries of legation and to the natives of the countries they assist in representing, Littlemore let him know that his prophecy had been fulfilled and that Lady Demesne had been making proposals for an interview. "My sister read me a most remarkable letter from her," he said.
"What sort of a letter?"
"The letter of a woman so scared that she will do anything. I may be a great brute, but her fright amuses me."
"You 're in the position of Olivier de Jalin, in the Demi-Monde," Waterville remarked.
"In the Demi-Monde?" Littlemore was not quick at catching literary allusions.
"Don't you remember the play we saw in Paris? Or like Don Fabrice in L'Aventurière. A bad woman tries to marry an honorable man, who does n't know how bad she is, and they who do know step in and push her back."
"Yes, I remember. There was a good deal of lying, all round."
"They prevented the marriage, however, which is the great thing."
