“Oh, you make me sick,” I said.
[Illustration: You can go back to England and marry the girl they want
you to, over there.]
“My brother-in-law, Wallace Burrows, would call that sort of talk rank
snobbery. In the States women think nothing of working. They are proud
to do it, women of the best families.”
Reggie made a motion of complete distaste. The word “States” was always
to Reggie like a red rag to a bull.
“My dear Marion, are you going to hold up the narsty Yankees as an
example to me? My word, old girl! And as for that brother-in-law of
yours, I say, he’s hardly a gentleman, is he? Didn’t you say the fellow
was a--er--journalist or something like that?”