The intruder, who was the club’s hitherto spotless secretary, glanced up in a goofy manner.
“Eh?”
“That chair—you find it fits snugly to the figure?”
“Chair? Figure? Oh, you mean this chair? Oh yes.”
“I am gratified and relieved,” said the Oldest Member.
There was a silence.
“Look here,” said the secretary, “what would you do in a case like this? You know I’m engaged?”
“I do. And no doubt your fiancée is missing you. Why not go in search of her?”
“She’s the sweetest girl on earth.”
“I should lose no time.”