"Too damn well," agreed Noel. "Besides, the sort of men you mean only understand one sort of woman. They wouldn't understand Judy, for instance."
Connie smiled deprecatingly and put her head on one side.
"Well, as to that, I'm not sure I understand her myself. Frankly, I'm a little disappointed in Judy."
"You can't appreciate her, Connie. That's why."
"Perhaps." No one ever took offense at Noel. "To my mind she isn't feminine enough. She's handsome, but she has no magnetism, no allure."
"Nice English girls don't go in for allure," Noel said.
"Pooh!" She laughed rather scornfully. "Because they don't know how."
"Exactly," agreed her nephew. "And a good thing too. Look where it landed you."
"Now you're being rude and British, but I forgive you. And at any rate, I have lived."
It was Noel's turn to laugh scornfully.
"Lived! You surely don't call that living? Junketing around Europe with a lot of bounders! Why, Connie, you little innocent, you'd have
