‘This is Captain Harvey, Hastings, one of the most famous members of your Intelligence Service.’
‘Not famous at all, I’m afraid,’ said the young man, laughing pleasantly.
‘Not famous, except to those in the know, I should have said. Most of Captain Harvey’s friends and acquaintances consider him an amiable but brainless young man— devoted only to the trot of the fox or whatever the dance is called.’
We both laughed.
Please, please, somebody make this stop.