"Certainly, and—"
"Where?"
"At her house."
"And you are sure she was there all night?"
"Of course! We slept in the same bed—and that's certainly proof enough, isn't it?"
"I suppose so."
"You suppose? My goodness gracious! Don't you know?"
"Well—yes. If you're sure—"
"Why, my dear Mr. Carroll, we didn't even actually go to bed until a quarter before twelve. At ten o'clock we made some waffles downstairs—Hazel has just bought a perfectly darling aluminum electric waffle-iron. It makes the most toothsome waffles—all crisp and everything. And you know when you use aluminum you don't need any grease, so that makes the waffles much nicer. I'm getting horribly domestic since Hazel became engaged, because she is learning—"
"And after you made the waffles?"