"One of the reasons? Oh no. I only noticed it. That's all right now. I believe you look better without it."
"Well, I felt so fagged this evening."
"I know; that's wretched. If you were a man, you'd drink; being a woman, you make up. It's much more respectable really. By the way, you don't see anything of Devenish now, do you?"
"No, nothing. We saw him that day at Prince's—I hadn't seen him for two or three months before that—I haven't seen him since. I don't think you can ever rely on a married man. Don't you know that line of Kipling's?"
"Which?"
"In 'Barrack Room Ballads'—'Fuzzy Wuzzy,' I think."
"Nothing about a married man, surely?"
"No; but it fits him."
"''E's all 'ot sand and ginger when alive,
An' 'e's generally shammin' when 'e's dead.'"
Mrs. Durlacher broke into a peal of laughter. "What a quaint creature you are!" she said. "Whatever made you think of that?"