‘I am not sure that I can.’
‘Is it so dreadful as that?’
‘No, there is another reason.’
‘Do tell me, Frank.’
‘There is a good deal of it. You know how a modern poet excused himself to his wife for all his pre-matrimonial experiences. He said that he was looking for her.’
‘Well, I do like that!’ she cried indignantly.
‘I was looking for you.’
‘You seem to have looked a good deal.’
‘But I found you at last.’
‘I had rather you had found me at first, Frank.’ He said something about supper, but she was not to be turned.