"I think," she said slowly, "I think I may as well take them with me."
"Certainly, madam. Sign, please! But when, dear?"
"Well, I shall be at the Albert Hall next Friday."
"Girl Blue!"
"I don't suppose you're going, but perhaps you could send them by someone who—"
"Under what symbol shall I meet her?"
"Wait a moment! You shall have the seventh waltz—"
"Only seven? Where is he? What is his name?"
"You heard what I said. And we'll meet under—oh, under—"
"Mistletoe," said I. "Good-bye!"