"Haven't the least."
"But your watch?"
"Haven't got it on."
"But you're all dressed."
"Haven't put my things in my pockets."
She clasped his arm and led him silently through the bathroom into his own bedroom, and up to the night-table, the drawer of which she pulled open. All his "things" were arranged carefully therein.
"Oh! Men are funny!" she laughed.
The number and the variety of the articles they carried in their innumerable pockets!
"I will put your things in your pockets," she said, and began to do so.
"Wrong!" he would protest from time to time; but he would give no positive direction, and she had to discover the proper pocket by experiment. It was a most wonderful operation, and it deliciously illustrated the exotic, incomprehensible, exquisite curiousness of men. She was proud of having thought of it, and proud of the pleasure in his face. As she glanced at the watch her brow puckered.