“Tired?” asked Luke.
“A little. There’s something about you, Luke, that makes one feel tired. By the way, did you ever know Mr. Mark Sabre?”
“God forbid—I mean, no.”
“Well, he called one of his maids High Jinks and the other Low, but it turned out later in the story that the one that was first Low became High, while High became Low. I thought I’d just mention it to you as a warning.”
“Right-o. I’ll be very careful. I may as well come up to bed myself. The editor of Punch will be a happy man to-morrow morning.”
At intervals that night Mabel was awakened by screams of laughter. Once she enquired what the cause was.
“Dot and Dash,” he replied, chuckling. “Too good for words! Oh, can’t you see it?”
“Good-night again,” said Mabel.
On the following night, when he returned from business, Mabel met him in the hall.
“Darling,” she said, “we’ve had trouble with the sink in the scullery.”