She began to show grave symptoms of hysteria. Mr. Sagittarius patted her hands in great anxiety.
“My love, I have told you, I have sworn—”
“And what man doesn’t swear whenever he gets the chance?” cried Madame. “Why did I ever marry? Heu miserum me.”
“My angel, be calm. I assure you—”
“Very well then, declare yourself, Jupiter, this minute, or I’ll declare yourself for you!”
“But, my love, think of Sir Tiglath! I dare not declare myself. He will be here at any moment, and he has sworn to kill me, if I’m not an American syndicate!”
“Rubbish!”
“But, my—”
“Rubbish! That’s only what Mr. Vivian says.”
“Well, but—”