"I mended them and put them in your drawer, dear. That's just like a man to be surprised at finding them in the right place! Oh, I wish you would write about the bath-room pipe—"
"Damn," said Digby, audibly.
"Don't, Digby. It really is important, because the wall is getting damp, and—"
"That doesn't matter, does it? I've moved the piano."
"But it is coming through into the nursery, Digby."
"Oh, all right. I'll do it when I come in."
"Mrs. Reginald has been here."
"I know; that's why I haven't. What did she say?"
"She seemed to think that you and Joan were enacting an Old Testament episode without the sanction of inspiration."
"What awful cheek!"