‘And the forty were horrid?’
‘No, hang it, Maude, I can’t say that.’
She pouted and hung her head.
‘You do like them better, then?’
‘How absurd you are, Maude! If I had liked one better, I should have married her.’
‘Well, yes, I suppose you would. You must have taken a deeper interest in me than in the others, since you married me. I hadn’t thought of that.’
‘Silly old girl! Of course I liked you best. Let us drop the thing, and never talk about it any more.’
‘Have you their photographs?’
‘No.’
‘None of them?’