"I had no idea I was so pitiably weak-minded," she said.
He accepted the avowal as his invitation, and seated himself.
"Silvette," he said genially, "what are we going to do to-day?"
"Who?"
"Why, you and I. Who cares what the others do in this mad world, dear lady?"
"I don't know about the world," she said, "but there's one girl in it who is mad; and she's going to her room to write letters."
"When?"
"Now!"
"Don't."
"Indeed, I shall!"