“Shirley, this is most extraordinary.”
“I quite realize that. May I depend upon you to oblige me in this matter?”
“Certainly. But why pick on me, of all persons, to perform such a mission for you?”
“I can trust you to forget that you have performed it.”
“Thank you. I think you may safely trust me. And I shall attend to the matter immediately.”
“You are very kind, Mr. Cardigan. How is your dear old father? Moira told me sometime ago that he was ill.”
“He's quite well again, thank you. By the way, Moira doesn't know that you and I have ever met. Why don't you tell her?”
“I can't answer that question—now. Perhaps some day I may be in a position to do so.”
“It's too bad the circumstances are such that we, who started out to be such agreeable friends, see so little of each other, Shirley.”
“Indeed, it is. However, it's all your fault. I have told you once how you can obviate that distressing situation. But you're so stubborn, Mr. Cardigan.”