I'm convinced there wouldn't. We should always be running against one another, and you'd insist on my looking out all your trains in Bradshaw.
Mrs. Crowley.
I hope you remember that you asked me to tea to-day?
Dick.
Pardon me, you asked yourself. I keep the letter next to my heart and put it under my pillow every night.
Mrs. Crowley.
You fibber! Besides, if I did, it was only on Lucy's account.
Dick.
That, I venture to think, is neither polite nor accurate.
Mrs. Crowley.