"I would do any penance to avoid it."
"You'd look too comic in sackcloth and ashes. Come to my studio-warming instead."
"A charming penance, Margaret."
"Perhaps we ought to go down now," she suggested, irrelevantly.
He took up the light again.
"Have you fixed the date for the warming?"
"Impossible yet. But I'll send you——"
"Not cards—now you've moved up into Bohemia!"
"Oh, no. A little pink note. I hope that is the correct thing in Bohemia, or, at least, that it isn't incorrect."
"In Bohemia there are no correct things."