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LADY ANN SPENWORTH HOLDS THE Corps Diplomatique to its duty
LADY ANN (to a friend of proved discretion): I feel—don’t you?—that, if the embassies can give no enlightenment, they might just as well not be there. Paris is different, of course; nowadays it is hardly more than a suburb of London; with that vast cosmopolitan army always coming and going, one is hardly expected to be one’s brother’s keeper. And Washington is unlike any other capital; one goes there en poste—or not at all. But in Vienna or Rome. . . Goodness me, in the old days when my father was ambassador, it was a matter of course. When a new star swam into your ken, you made enquiries in the English colony; if not known there or at the embassy, a wise woman stayed her hand until she had a little something to go on.
In London the corps diplomatique is more diplomatique than corps. Just a swarm of warring atoms, some of them very charming, all of them invaluable if a man fails you at the last moment—a word by telephone to the
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