I was placed between Lady Enid and Angus's sister, Lady Laeticia ("Lottie, please")... she was chatty and vivacious, and couldn't hear enough about Paris. "Did you go to a bal negre? Did you meet any lesbians? Are the women too, too beautiful". Lady Enid, by contrast, interrogated me like an immigration official. Where were you born? Montevideo. Where's that? Uruguay. Still blank. South America. Oh? Where is your mother from? Montevideo. I could hear her brain working. She's Uruguayan I said. How wonderfully exotic for you she said, and turned to the person on her right.