"You won't when you hear him; he sings so sweetly," with the prettiest, most enthusiastic smile. "You really should hear him."
"You persist, then? you compel me to believe the worst,—to regard you as implicated in that story of Kelly's."
"I compel you to nothing. And as for the story, I thought it very amusing: didn't you?"
"No!" says Rossmoyne, with subdued fury.
"Do you know, I often said you lacked humor?" says Mrs. Bohun, with a little airy laugh; "and now I am sure of it. I thought it intensely comic; such a situation! I should like to have seen your face when the curtain was drawn, if you had been the young man."
"I must beg you to understand that such a situation would be impossible to me."
"I am to understand, then, that you would not 'emb——' that was what he said, wasn't it?—a woman if you loved her?"
"Not without permission, certainly," very stiffly.
"Oh, dear!" says Olga; "what a stupid man! Well, I shouldn't think you would do it often. And so you wouldn't have liked to be that particular young man?"
This is a poser; Lord Rossmoyne parries the thrust.