Stuart (hesitatingly). Will you pardon the question,—but was Mr.—was, ah, the brother of Reginald anything like, ah, his brother?
Mrs. V. T. (laughing). Very!
Stuart (confidentially). What did you do with him?
Mrs. V. T. On the day we married, he put a ring on my finger; I put one through his nose. Then he led very nicely.
Stuart. And is that your ideal of a husband?
Mrs. V. T. Unless I find a man capable of not merely doing the leading, but by whom I shall wish to be led.
Stuart. And how is this man to prove his capacity?
Mrs. V. T. Oh, it’s merely a matter of cleverness or mastery. Let a man outwit me, and I will (curtseys) ever after sign myself, “Your obedient, humble servant.”
Stuart. Don’t you see that you are bribing your own undoing?
Mrs. V. T. How so?