“And say I’m delighted, will you?”
“Certainly.”
“You won’t forget the word, will you? Delighted.”
“Delighted.”
“That’s right. Delighted.”
Reggie looked at his watch.
“Halloa! I must rush!”
Bill and Archie watched him as he bounded out of the restaurant.
“Poor old Reggie!” said Bill, with a fleeting compunction.
“Not necessarily,” said Archie. “What I mean to say is, tastes differ, don’t you know. One man’s peach is another man’s poison, and vice versa.”