“Well, we had what you might call a pleasant evening,” said Robin discreetly. “A quiet, pleasant evening.”
“I like Mr. Badsley,” said Lady Grote (he had dined there a few nights ago).
Robin bubbled with laughter.
“Lor! I wonder if you’d have liked him about two o’clock this morning?” he said. “Oh, we had such a rag, but I don’t think I’ll tell you all about it.”
“Oh, tell me some,” said she.
“Well, we put a wreath of flowers round his hat, and he thinks he gave them to a bishop.”
“Did he indeed? Why?” asked Lady Grote, deeply interested. “And what bishop?”
“Oh, any bishop,” said Robin, “and then he came back.”
“Had he perhaps had a little supper?” asked she. “And had you?”
“Oh, I wasn’t screwed, if you mean that,” said he.