“Oh, er—er—I thought you were someone else,” he drawled.
Lovegood nodded gloomily.
“I am,” he said sepulchrally.
Ffolliott tittered confusedly:
“Ye-yes—indeed,” he said, twisting his fingers and fidgeting. “D’you know, I feel such an awful ass——”
Lovegood coughed:
“But that is no excuse for your being in the other ass’s skin!” he growled.
“Oh, but don’t you see—that’s just it! They told me it was a fancy-dress affair....”
“Eh?” bawled Sir Gilders Persimmon.
All eyes turned from Ffolliott to the perspiring Fosse. The little man shifted uneasily under the fire of many amused critical eyes.