"What does it usually mean?" I answered, with a bit of a shrug.
He either had to appear to accept the inference in this answer or else
ask me blankly if I meant that Mrs. Spencer was in his employ. He
chose the former.
"It is very difficult to associate such a beautiful woman with the
_demi-monde_," he said.
"Yet, Saint Anthony would stand no chance with her."
He looked at me with an amused smile.
"I assume you lay no claims to even ordinary saintship?"
"None, whatever, my dear Duke."
"Possibly, you avoided situations which might put you to the test?"
"Possibly," I laughed.
"You are more of a Saint than you imagine," he answered.