"Dance! I feel like dancing; and singing, too. I've been the victim of an outrage, Mr. Hughes. I've been introduced to 'Aunt Jane's Jalap.'"
"I've heard of it. Lucas ought not to have given it you."
"And after dinner!"
This was a murmur from the couch.
"That was wrong--quite wrong. The dose should have been administered before the meal."
"In that case," I observed, a little nettled, "we should all of us been dead by now."
Pybus glanced at me sharply.
"Dead! What do you mean?"
Hughes turned on me in a rage.
"Yes. What do you mean?"