"I'm often in bed by nine."
"Nine in the morning," laughed Perot. "That's safe enough."
"Don't believe 'em, Camilla. I'm an ideal husband, aren't I, Dolly?"
"I hadn't noticed it."
"Oh, what's the use?" sniffed Mrs. Cheyne. "There's only one Ideal Husband."
"Who?" asked a voice, solicitous and feminine.
"Oh, some other woman's, of course."
"How silly of you, Rita," said Gretchen indignantly. "It's gotten to the point where nobody believes the slightest thing you say."
"That's just what she wants," laughed Cortland. "Don't gratify her, Gretchen."
Mrs. Cheyne shrugged her shoulders, and, with a glance at Camilla, "Now the Ideal Wife, Cort——"