Chapter VI A Slammed Door“DON’T you call her ‘that Desternay woman’!”
“I’ll call her what I please! And without asking your permission, either. And I won’t have my wife playing bridge at what is practically a gambling house!”
“Nothing of the sort! A party of invited guests, in a private house is a social affair, and you shall not call it ridiculous names! You play for far higher stakes at your club than we ever do at Fifi Desternay’s.”
“That name is enough! Fancy your associating with a woman who calls herself Fifi!”
“She can’t help her name! It was probably wished on her by her parents in baptism—”
“It probably was not! She was probably christened Mary Jane!”
“You seem to know a lot about her.”
“I know all I want to; and you have reached the end of your acquaintance with her and he
