“Why a Semitic title?”
“I often call people by the name that slips first off my tongue.”
“A dangerous habit.”
“Explain.”
“For instance, you might greet Mr. Mince as Beelzebub.”
“And not a bad thrust either. Gabriel, you are waking up. Please continue to preserve me from Mrs. Marjoy.”
“Ophelia is looking well to-night,” said the man.
Miss Blanche Gusset’s brown eyes sparkled. She popped an olive between her lips and descended once more to personal topics.
“What an arrant humbug you are,” she said. “If I had Mrs. Marjoy’s temper I should conceive some diabolical revenge. Must I apologize for not being my sister?”
“On the contrary, I am excellently placed.”