DOMINICA—We were just talking of how my poor son had been tossed about by
the exigencies of politics before he arrived at last in the calm, happy
harbor of your dear family. Olga Constantinovna——
HYACINTH—Of the blue eyes. A magnificent girl.
DOMINICA—Do you know her?
HYACINTH—I danced with her mother in Munich.
DOMINICA—Odd to hear you say that.