"I hope you won't hold me responsible for English fallacies," was his sole answer.
"I don't hold anybody responsible for them," she returned with some spirit. "I don't care one thing about them."
"That is fortunate," he commented. "I am happy to say I don't, either. I take the liberty of pleasing myself. I find it pays best."
"Perhaps," she said, returning to the charge, "perhaps Lady Theobald will think this is improper."
He put his hand up, and stroked his mustache lightly, without replying.
"But it is not," she added emphatically: "it is not!"
"No," he admitted, with a touch of irony, "it is not!"
"Are you any the worse for it?" she demanded.
"Well, really, I think not—as yet," he replied.
"Then we won't go in," she said, the smile returning to her lips again.