"How do you do. Er--I see by the paper this evening that the
Bolsheviks have captured Omsk."
"Captured Whatsk?"
"Omsk." Or was it Tomsk? Fortunately it does not matter, for Miss
Montmorency is not the least interested.
"Oh!" she says.
I hate people who say "Oh!" It means that you have to begin all over
again.
"I've been playing golfsk--I mean golf--this afternoon," we try.
"Do you play at all?"
"No."
Then it is no good telling her what our handicap is.
"No doubt your prefer tennis," we hazard.
"Oh no."
"I mean bridge."
"I don't play any game," she answers.
Then the sooner she goes away and talks to somebody else the better.
"Ah, I expect you're more interested in the theatre?"
"I hardly ever go to the theatre."
"Well, of course, a good book by the fireside--"
"I never read," she says.
Dash the woman, what does she do? But before we can ask her, she lets
us into the great secret.
"I like talking," she says.
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