"No, Common. Why was Clapham Common?"
"Well, why was it?"
"I can't think, my dear. I thought you might know. It's worried me for years."
There was a choking sound, which suggested indignation struggling with laughter. Then—
"I've a good mind to ring off right away," said Dot in a shaking voice.
"That would be cruel. Think of the dance you led me this morning. More. Think of the dances you're going to give me on Wednesday week."
"Oh, you're going, are you?"
"If you are."
"What as?" she demanded.
"A billiard-marker in the time of Henry the Fourth. And you?"