"And who's Berry?" she said, pushing back her chair.
"A mistake," said I. "A great mistake. That's what he is."
She laughed.
"Who made him?"
"My sister. She married him, you see."
"Of course, I shall get confused in a moment."
"Well, things have got a move on in the last hour and a quarter, haven't they? I mean to say, at five o'clock you found a stranger in your taxi. Five minutes later you were smashed up. Now you're in a prima donna's room at the Opera House, eating a cold collation. Collation is good, isn't it?"
"Awfully? Where did you hear it?"
I frowned. "I came out top in dictation last term."
"Indeed? Genius and madness do go together, don't they? You are mad, aren't you?"