“Try?” I replied, a little nettled at this aspersion on my abilities. “Why not say, 'You must not kiss her again'?”
“By Jove! did you?” cried Teddy, stopping.
I shrugged my shoulders.
“My dear Lumme, the successful man is he who lies about himself and holds his tongue about women.”
“Be hanged!” he exclaimed.
“Well, why not be?” I inquired, placidly.
“I don't believe it,” he asserted.
“Continue a sceptic,” I counselled.
“She told me she had never kissed any one else,” he blurted out.
It was now my turn to start.