George flushed slightly. The idea had already presented itself to him with great force. "Oh no!" He negligently pooh-poohed it.
"Well, does she go about asking every man she meets what his Christian name is?"
"I expect she just does."
There was silence for a moment. Mrs. Haim refilled a cup.
"Something will have to be done soon about these motor-cars," observed Mr. Haim at length, sententiously, in the vein of 'Mustard and Cress.' "That's very evident."
"They cost so much," said Mr. Prince. "Why! They cost as much as a house, some of them."
"More!" said George.
"Nay, nay!" Mr. Haim protested. The point had come at which his imagination halted.
"Anyhow, you had a lucky escape," said Mr. Prince. "You might have been lamed for life—or anything."
George laughed.