"Do you feel very miserable? I thought you seemed rather cheerful on the whole," he commented.
"Well, you are not to think anything so unpleasant or personal. I'm utterly wretched; and if you don't believe it I won't eat a mouthful."
"I'm sure," he returned, "that your husband would be much put out if he knew you contemplated doing anything so foolish."
"Do you know," she said, "that I'm beginning to have serious doubts that I ever had a husband? Do you think he's a myth, and that you and I will have to go through life together in an endless pursuit of what doesn't exist?"
"Good Lord, I hope not!" he exclaimed.
"That is very uncomplimentary to me," she retorted.
"In the face of that remark," he replied, pushing back his chair, "I am silent."
"Do you know," said his companion after a moment, as she folded her napkin, "that the keen sense of humour with which we Americans are endowed saves a large percentage of us from going mad or committing suicide?"
"Are you thinking of doing either?" he asked anxiously.
"I am thinking," she replied, "that we have had two exceedingly amusing days, and I am almost sorry they are over."