“Hans Breitmann gib ein barty. Where is that barty now?”
“Who is going to ‘gib ein barty’?”
“I am,” he replied.
“Am I to be invited?”
“If you are good.”
“I am always good. I am not always happy.”
“And the pious books say, if you were the one you would be the other. Bertie’s play is to come off on the 16th. He has got me a box. You want to see it?”
“Yes. It is said to be clever.”
“Bertie isn’t,” said Herbert.
“He did not write it, Miss Fisher did. She will get half the profits. But who are the ‘barty’?”