"Not the smallest," I agreed.
"It's much too late."
"A great deal too late."
Victoria darted down and kissed my cheek.
"After all, she ought to think herself very lucky," she decided. "I'm sure everybody else considers her so."
"Under such circumstances," said I, "it's sheer perversity in her to have her own feelings on the matter."
"But you said something that upset her last night," remarked my sister, with a return to the point which I hoped she had lost sight of. This time I lowered my guard in surrender.
"Certainly. I tried to make love to her," said I.
"There, you see!" she cried reproachfully. Her censure of the irrelevant intrusion of such a subject was eloquent and severe.
"It was all Wetter's fault," I remarked, sighing.