"Perhaps," she said, "he thinks he's Jupiter."
"Well, I'm not What's-her-name, and I don't want to be blasted. So I'll put them somewhere where he can't find them."
At that moment they had heard Mr. Waddington coming through his dressing-room and Barbara had run away by the door into the corridor.
"Who took those things out of my wardrobe?" he said. He was gazing, dreamily, affectionately almost, at the pyjamas.
"I did."
"And what for?"
"To look at them. Can you wonder? Horatio, if you wear them I'll apply for a separation."
"You needn't worry."
There was a queer look in his face, significant and furtive. And Fanny's mind, with one of its rapid flights, darted off from the pyjamas.
"What are you going to do about Barbara?" she said.