"But you can't re-marry him in trousers!"
"Oh, don't—don't! I shall take them off! Of course—of course I shall take them off!"
"Yes. But if you do that, what is to happen to me?"
"You!"
"Yes. Remember I exist."
A kiss from Chloe was the ecstatic reply to this protest—a kiss vehement, genuine, and rather loud. It was heard by an early Victorian dressing-gown, which spent the next few minutes in trying to locate it.
"Dear! I'm so glad—for you. But—but it's all very complicated, Chloe."
"Well, but I've done my work. I've saved you from society. Lady Sage has cut you publicly, and all your friends will follow suit. So you're all right now, dear."
"Yes, I'm all right now," said Mrs. Verulam in a most dreary and doleful whisper; "I'm all right now."
"Then I must disappear—to some place where I can change my trousers quietly, some place remote, deserted. Oh, Daisy, how I shall always love that place!"