“Aren’t you coming to the ball, Eugen?”
“I? No.”
“I would if I were you.”
“But you are yourself, you see, and I am I. What was it that Heinrich Mohr in ‘The Children of the World’ was always saying? Ich bin ich, und setze mich selbst. Ditto me, that’s all.”
“It is no end of a lark,” I pursued.
“My larking days are over.”
“And you can talk to any one you like.”
“I am going to talk to myself, thanks. I have long wanted a little conversation with that interesting individual, and while you are masquerading, I will be doing the reverse. By the time you come home I shall be so thoroughly self-investigated and set to rights that a mere look at me will shake all the frivolity out of you.”
“Miss Wedderburn will be there.”
“I hope she may enjoy it.”