"I have the ring in my pocket—"
"But touch wood, won't you?"
"Freddy?"
"Yes—"
"What's the matter with getting some for-get-me-nots and mailing them to Jones in an envelope?"
"All right, I'll attend to it. Eighteen ninety-two Eighth
Avenue, isn't it?"
"Be sure it is forget-me-nots, you know. Don't mix up the language of flowers, and send him one that says: 'I'm off with a handsomer man,' or,' You needn't come round any more!'"
"Oh, Ezra, Eleanor is really getting quite worked up!"
"So am I!"
"Wouldn't it be perfectly splendid if—Switch off quick, here's aunt coming!"