“Jupiter,” cried Madame, “what is the meaning of this? Who is this person?”
Mr. Sagittarius looked exceedingly uncomfortable.
“My dear,” he began, “she is a young fe—that is, a young wo—I should say—”
“A fe! A wo! Explain yourself, Jupiter!”
“She is a lady, my love.”
“A lady! Do I know her?”
“I believe not, my dear.”
“And do you?”
“No, my darling. That is—that is—”
“Yes, I suppose!” said Madame, with a very violent click.