“Because——”

“Suppose it’s a frost?”

“Oh!”

“Suppose your venture fails. Suppose the thing’s a drizzle.”

“What then?”

“There’s a light comedy of mine that should suit you.”

“Of yours!”

“Appelled Sweet Maggie Maguire.”

“Tell me why she was sweet, Mr. Nice,” Mrs. Sixsmith begged.

“Why she was sweet? I really don’t know.”