“Isn’t that collar rather tight?” asked Mrs. Fane anxiously. “And it seems dreadfully tall.”
“I like tall collars with evening dress,” said Michael severely.
“You know best, dear, but you look perfectly miserable.”
“It’s only because my chin is a bit sore after shaving.”
“Do you have to shave often?” enquired Mrs. Fane, tenderly horrified.
“Rather often,” said Michael. “About once a week now.”
“She has pretty hands, your lady love,” said Mrs. Fane, suddenly looking across to the McDonnells’ table.
“I say, mother, for goodness’ sake mind. She’ll hear you,” whispered Michael.
“Oh, Michael dear, don’t be so foolishly self-conscious.”
After dinner Michael retired to his room, and came down again smoking a cigarette.