"Well, that's easily explained," said the lady, addressing Percival. "After you had kindly escorted me here I suddenly remembered that I had left my keys at the Customs House. Feeling confident of finding my way about I returned for them. On emerging I was claimed by your fascinating friend who is at this moment engaged in winding up his monocle [Frederick guiltily stowed it away in his fob pocket]. He seemed so delighted at having discovered me that I hadn't the heart to explain that I'd been found before. Of course I'm excessively grateful to both of you—Oh, here's dear old Teddy at last!"
During the scene of rapturous greeting that followed Frederick showed that he indeed had his moments of inspiration.
"What about a vanilla ice at the Pâtisserie Delarue, old bean?" said he to Percival.
And, unnoticed by the happy couple, they stole silently away.
Lady who has been handed the card of wife of new baronet-profiteer). "ER—LET ME SEE. DO I KNOW LADY HOGGINS?"
Butler. "YOUR LADYSHIP HAS NOT RECEIVED HER SINCE THE CREATION."
"Surplus Government Property for sale:—Brass Islets."—Disposal Board "Surplus" Magazine.