"Undoubtedly!" agreed the bachelor.
"Envying you," pursued the widow, "your fascinating ways."
"Oh," cried the bachelor, "then I have got it."
"What?" said the widow.
"The winning card. The charm!"
"Well," said the widow, putting her head on the side and gazing at him speculatively, "you wear a derby hat."
"I take it off in the house and in the presence of ladies," protested the bachelor.
"And your shoulders——" began the widow.
"They are my own!" declared the bachelor.
"And your——"