"I can't imagine anything more terrible," groaned Robin, lying down flat again and staring at the ceiling.
"I shouldn't call her terrible," protested Dank, rather stiffly.
"I refer to the situation, Dank,—the mess, in other words. It is a mess, isn't it?"
"I suppose you'll see nothing more of her, your highness," remarked Dank, a sly hope struggling in his breast.
"You'd better put it the other way. She'll see nothing more of me," lugubriously.
"I mean to say, sir, you can't go on with it, can you?"
"Go on with what?"
"The—er—you know," floundered Dank.
"If there is really anything to go on with, Dank, I'll go on with it, believe me."
The lieutenant stared. "But if she should be Miss Blithers, what then?"