"Well, you have. You may take it from me. I'm a good deal older than you are."
"Oh, of course, all really polite men are older than the women they're with."
"Even chauffeurs?"
It was my turn to laugh now. "A chauffeur with a lady's-maid."
"You seem an odd sort of lady's-maid."
"I begin to think you're an odd sort of chauffeur."
"Why?"
"Well—" I hesitated, though I knew why, perfectly. "Aren't you rather abrupt in your questions? Suppose we change the subject. You seem to have tamed this tiger until it obeys you like a kitten."
"That's what I get my wages for. But why do you think I'm an odd sort of chauffeur?"
"For that matter, then, why do you think I'm an odd lady's-maid?"