"Have you any idea who she is?" I insisted.
"A vague idea."
"And that vague idea pleases you?"
"It does," he said with a shy sort of grin.
That was too much for me. "Go to Guinea!" said I, resuming my pen and paper and paying him no further attention.
Clelia came for orders, sweet and serious in her garb of service. Again I laid aside my poem to Thusis.
"I am glad," said I, camouflaging my melancholy with a sprightly allure, "that you have renounced kidnaping kings and have decided to kidnap Mr. Smith instead."
She didn't seem to think it was funny. The newly engaged lack humor.
"Josephine," she said with dignity, "suggests this supper-card." And she handed me the written sheet.
"Fine!" said I. "Stuff 'em till they're unconscious and we'll have peace."