Then she blushed; the very pronoun seemed boastful.
"Never mind. I'm going down to Warwickshire to-morrow to help Olive bring an heir into the world."
"Does she want a girl or a boy?" Dorothy asked.
"My dear," said Sylvia, "she is so anxious not to show the least sign of favoritism even before birth that in order to achieve a perfect equipoise she'll either have to have twins or a hermaphrodite."
In April Dorothy heard that her friend actually had produced twins.
"It seems so easy," she sighed, "when one hears about other people."
"Cheer up, Doodles," said Tony. "I won four hundred last night. It's about time I got some of my own back from Archie Keith; he's been plucking us all for months, lucky devil. I shall chuck shimmy."
"I wish you would," said Dorothy.
"Solemn old Doodles," he laughed. "Harry Tufton wants me to take up racing. By Jove, I'm not sure I sha'n't. You'd like that better, wouldn't you?"
"I'd like anything better than these eternal cards," she declared, passionately.