“Slightly,” he said. “Slightly. Old Bill knows her slightly, as it were. Not very well, don’t you know, but—how shall I put it?”
“Slightly,” suggested Bill.
“Just the word. Slightly.”
“Splendid!” said Reggie van Tuyl. “Why don’t you come along to the Ritz and meet her now?”
Bill stammered. Archie came to the rescue again.
“Bill can’t come now. He’s got a date.”
“A date?” said Bill.
“A date,” said Archie. “An appointment, don’t you know. A—a—in fact, a date.”
“But—er—wish her happiness from me,” said Bill, cordially.
“Thanks very much, old man,” said Reggie.