Her mother’s jealousy, too, was something amazing. I hope I’m not conceited, but in those days I was just a little—er—popular, and perhaps I ought not to confess it, a little—er—give me a word.
Gunning.
Human.
[They laugh slightly.
Colonel.
[With affected severity.] Clement, I hope you are not too human?
Parbury.
Quite the contrary, I assure you, Colonel.
Colonel.
Then why—I suppose, after all, it is my duty to ask—why does Mabel come home with me to-night?