"
"Do you like doing it?" asked Dolly.
"It is a privilege," said I politely.
"Well, then!" said Dolly.
"But," I ventured to observe, "it's rather an expensive one."
"Then you mustn't have it very often."
"And it is shared by so many people."
"Then," said Dolly, smiling indulgently, "you must have it--a
little oftener. Home, Roberts, please."
I am not yet allowed at Mrs. Hilary Musgrave's.
A VERY DULL AFFAIR
"To hear you talk," remarked Mrs. Hilary Musgrave--and, if any
one is surprised to find me at her house, I can only say that
Hilary, when he asked me to take a pot-luck, was quite ignorant
of any ground of difference between his wife and myself, and that
Mrs. Hilary could not very well eject me on my arrival in evening
dress at ten minutes to eight--"to hear you talk one would think
that there was no such thing as real love."
She paused. I smiled.
"Now," she continued, turning a fine, but scornful eye upon me,
"I have never cared for any man in the world except my husband."
I smiled again. Poor Hilary looked very uncomfortable. With an
apologetic air he began to stammer something about Parish
Councils. I was not to be diverted by any such maneuver. It was
impossible that he could really wish to talk on that subject.
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