He hemmed and hawed and appeared to be greatly confused.
"Really, sir, I—I—really, I—"
"You make it a point to read all of the society news," I explained; "and you are a great hand for remembering names and faces. Think hard."
"As a matter of fact, Mr. Smart, I do remember this particular marriage very clearly," said he, looking down at his plate.
"You do?" I shouted eagerly. The new footman stared. "Splendid! Tell me, who is she—or was she?"
My secretary looked me steadily in the eye.
"I'm sorry, sir, but—but I can't do it. I promised her this morning I wouldn't let it be dragged out of me with red hot tongs."