“She is. I know the religious problem exists—” Warren grinned and ducked his head to one side. “Ah, Byron, nowadays—does it really? If you wanted the ministry—or politics, say—you’d have to give it more thought. Christ, with the war on and the whole world coming apart, I say grab her. I look forward to meeting that girl. Isn’t she a Ph.D. or something?” “She was going for an M.A. at the Sorbonne.”
