“Good lord, everybody knows Vanbrugh by sight,” retorted Stratton. “He’s been at every Foreign Ministers’ Conference this century: might have been better for international relations if he’d stayed away.”
“Not for me to say,” rejoined Webster. “I’ve only studied their faces, not their policies. Now you’re probably a student—an intellectual. I noticed your face at once—very fine head you’ve got if I may say so. That’s why I wanted you in this picture I spoke about—‘Student of history’ and so forth. But to get back to this story, the young girl who was hurt in the storm——”
“Oh, for God’s sake!” groaned Stratton, “if you’ve got to go on talking, can’t you find someone else to talk to? Must it be me?”
“Just wait half a jiff,” said Mr. Webster. “I’m slow in getting to the point—comes of not h
