“Let me at once admit,” said Katharine coldly, “that I did not select you for your good taste.”
“ ‘Select’?” cried her husband. “ ‘Select’?” He laughed wildly. Then he covered his eyes. “Oh, give me strength.”
“I suppose you consider that you selected me.”
“I did. In a weak moment——”
“Are you,” said Katharine shakily, “are you going to say you were blind?”
“I am not,” said Giles. “I was not blind. I was—well—er—just nicely.”
“Well, I wasn’t,” said his wife hotly. “I was blind. I thought I was accepting a gentleman. I find I accepted a——”
“I know,” said Giles mercilessly. “I know, teacher. A foul and loathsome worm.”
“No,” said his wife calmly. “Just an ordinary cad.”
Captain Festival rubbed his nose thoughtfully. Then he extended his arms and, after yawning luxuriously, interlaced his fingers and placed his hands behind his head.