As for me, I went downstairs, and, in absence of mind, bade my cabman drive to the House Opposite. But I have never got there.
A QUICK CHANGE
“Why not go with Archie?” I asked, spreading out my hands.
“It will be dull enough, anyhow,” said Dolly, fretfully. “Besides, it’s awfully bourgeois to go to the theater with one’s husband.”
“Bourgeois,” I observed, “is an epithet which the riffraff apply to what is respectable, and the aristocracy to what is decent.”
“But it’s not a nice thing to be, all the same,” said Dolly, who is impervious to the most penetrating remark.
“You’re in no danger of it,” I hastened to assure her.
“How should you describe me, then?” she asked, leaning forward, with a smile.
“I should describe you, Lady Mickleham,” I replied discreetly, “as being a little lower than the angels.”