"Have some, Mr. Ingpen."
"I will if you will, Mrs. Clayhanger."
Edwin raised his eyebrows at his wife.
"You needn't look at me!" said Hilda. "I'm going to have some."
Ingpen smacked his lips over the liqueur.
"It's a very bad thing late at night, of course. But I believe in giving your stomach something to think about. I never allow my digestive apparatus to boss me."
"Quite right, Mr. Ingpen."
They touched glasses, without a word, almost instinctively.
"Well," thought Edwin, "for a chap who thinks women ought to be behind the veil...!"
"Be a man, Clayhanger, and have some."