"A gentleman," I replied, stiffly, "cannot remember for twenty-four hours what a waiter has said to him."
"No, sir, but——"
To stop him I had to say:
"And, ah, William, your wife is a little better. She has eaten the tapioca—all of it."
"How can you know, sir?"
"By an accident."
"Jenny signed to the window."
"No."
"Then you saw her, and went out, and——"
"Nonsense!"