“And I.”
Here Mr. George walked in.
“I have come,” he said, “to condole with you both on being married.”
“How kind of you!” said Lily.
“And to ask you, Mrs. Herbert, whether the bird in the hand is worth two in the bush? There were two in your bush. Do gratify my desire—my ardent desire—for information.”
“I will,” she replied. “First I must give you some coffee and ask you to look at the moon.”
“Moon,” repeated Mr. George. “There are many moons; this is the old moon, not your kind, and this one is lovely. Was your moon full of honey?”
“No,” replied Mr. Herbert, lighting a cigarette, “ours was without anything sickly or monotonous.”
“Or satiating?”
“Exactly,” answered Mr. Herbert.