Collingwood lit a cigarette very deliberately. "Leave you out?" he said.
"Wish to heavens you could!" was the rejoinder.
Collingwood perched himself on the end of the sofa, swinging his legs. "Look here, what's up?"
"Are we at St. Moritz?" Lord Ellerdine asked.
"No," Collingwood answered coolly.
"Are we in Switzerland?"
"No."
"Well, where are we?"
"I make a good guess," Collingwood said, "that we are in Paris."
Lord Ellerdine flushed up and began to get angry.