He: Did he talk remarkably well to-night?
She: I thought so.
He: Well, maybe, but I was deafened by your beauty. I saw nothing but those beauteous eyes of yours, my dear Mrs. Goodwin and everything else was a blank. Really, I—
She: Now don't pay me silly compliments, Lord Algy; it isn't nice.
He: I beg your pardon; but please tell me how did you happen to marry that funny little man.
She: Now don't ask impertinent questions; one has to get married and, really, when he talks he says something.
He: Does he—really?
The butler and I resumed our stroll.
Some time after I met this Grenadier, talked—and said something! (My editor refuses even to edit it.)
Jackwood proved a lovely summer abode for me. It cost me fifty thousand dollars to get it and fifteen thousand a "year" to keep it up (we were there about ten weeks every season). It cost me twenty-five thousand dollars to lose it!