"If you two are going to sit here thinking of clever remarks to make about each other I shall go home. For goodness' sake let's pretend we are enjoying ourselves."
"I am enjoying myself," said John plaintively; "I've been wanting to say what I really think of your brother for years."
"Well, don't do it now. Things are miserable enough without having discussions on Arthur. Let's all have a game at something, shall we?"
"Splendid idea," said her brother. "What about tennis?"
"We might get into bathing togs and play polo," I suggested.
"That's not a bad notion," said John, "and then he needn't have a wash until to-morrow."
"I suggest," continued Miss Davies, "that we play at Word Chains."
Davies buried his face in his hands and groaned.
"It sounds fine," I said gallantly. "What is it?"
"Well, it's really a sort of mind exercise. They recommend it in those courses, you know," said Miss Davies, "er—'it stimulates a logical sequence in reasoning and quickens the mental processes.'"