"Thank goodness, we're moving again," she prattled. "I do hope Reggy won't be in a bad temper."
"I'll square that, little mother. Been to the theatres lately, Lady Jim?"
"No," answered Leah, amused by his man-about-town air. "Is there anything good on?"
"Awful stuff," announced Billy, with the conviction, of mature judgment. "Couldn't sit out more than two plays. The Woman with Three Husbands isn't bad, though. Very French, of course. Saw it four times before I told the little mother she couldn't face it."
"How alluring! Will you take me?"
Billy was obviously shocked. "No woman should see that piece. I can stand heaps, but----" an after-me-the-deluge shrug hinted at the degradation of the drama.
"Yes, poor darling," chimed in his mother; "he was blushing three inches deep all over when he came home."
"I am glad to hear that Billy can blush at all," murmured Lady Jim. "How's the betting, William?"
"Tolerable! I pulled off a fiver on Fly-by-Night; but a man in my form lost a tenner, silly juggins."
"Oh! How old is that man?"