“You never would,” asserted Mrs. Korner.
“I should like to try,” sighed Mr. Korner, “one of these days—”
“How did you sleep, dear? I forgot to ask you,” questioned Mrs. Korner of the bosom friend.
“I am always restless in a strange bed the first night,” explained Miss Greene. “I daresay, too, I was a little excited.”
“I could have wished,” said Mr. Korner, “it had been a better example of the delightful art of the dramatist. When one goes but seldom to the theatre—”
“One wants to enjoy oneself” interrupted Mrs. Korner.
“I really do not think,” said the bosom friend, “that I have ever laughed so much in all my life.”
“It was amusing. I laughed myself,” admitted Mr. Korner. “At the same time I cannot help thinking that to treat drunkenness as a theme—”
“He wasn't drunk,” argued Mrs. Korner, “he was just jovial.”
“My dear!” Mr. Korner Corrected her, “he simply couldn't stand.”