"I've been reading a book by Michael Arlen and if that's--"
She ruined Michael Arlen with a wave of her salad spoon.
"He only writes about degenerates. I mean the worthwhile English."
As she thus dismissed her friends they were replaced in Dick's mind only by a picture of the alien, unresponsive faces that peopled the small hotels of Europe.
"Of course it's none of my business," Baby repeated,as a preliminary to a further plunge, "but to leave her alone in an atmosphere like that--"