"I know. Madagascar. You're no good as a sales-man."
I drew myself up.
"From Honolulu, for twenty-two 'God-sends.'" I said icily. "Madagascar's request was for 'Duchesses.'"
"That, over there, is a 'Wallsend,'—I mean 'God-send.'"
"And I suppose you've supplied Cochin China for years."
"One of our oldest clients," said I.
"You know," said she, "when I look round, I feel as if I had never seen a bath before."
"I know. I felt just like that at first. And yet I have," I added thoughtfully; "they had one at a hotel I stayed at last Easter. At Biarritz, that was."
"I wish you'd be serious," she said, laughing. "Then you might be of some use."
"I don't think you're at all kind," said I, leaning against the screen of 'The Duchess' with a dejected air.