"Yes. Archie would like that."
"I remember, some years ago, when I was in Spain," said Simpson——
"This," I murmured appreciatively, "is how all the best stories begin." And I settled myself more comfortably in my chair.
"No," said Simpson, "I'm wrong there. It was in Hampstead." And he returned to his meditations.
"Tell you what," said Thomas, "you ought to write 'em an ode, Simpson."
"There's nothing that rhymes with the lady."
"There's hair," I said quite unintentionally.
"I meant with Dahlia."
"My dear man, there are heaps. Why, there's azalea."
"That's only one."