"By name, at any rate. You send her cards for all your charity
bazaars."
She received the thrust with a laugh. "We do exploit your
compatriots."
"Oh, I don't think she has ever gone to the bazaars."
"But she might if I dined with her?"
"Still less, I imagine."
She reflected on this, and then said with acuteness: "I like that,
and I accept--but what is the lady's name?"