"I was Millicent, and I accepted him."
"The week before that I was—Good Heavens, think of it—I was
George!"
"A beastly name, I agree," I said.
"You gave it me."
"Yes, but I wasn't feeling very well that week."
"I was Mabel," put in Dorothy, "and I accepted him."
"No, no, no—no, don't say that. I mean, one doesn't accept people called George."
"You made me."
"Did I? I'm awfully sorry. Yes, I quite see your point."
"The week before," went on Reginald remorselessly, "I was—"