“I’ve a box at the Kehama.”
Miss Sinquier looked tragic.
“It’ll have begun!” she said.
“At a variety, the later the better as a rule.”
“I never like to miss any part.”
“My dear, you’ll miss very little; besides it’s too close to linger over dinner long.”
“Toc, toc; I don’t find it so,” Sir Oliver demurred.
Mrs. Sixsmith plied her fan.
“I feel very much like sitting à la Chaste Suzanne, in the nearest ice-pail!” she declared.