Don't you remember how it used to vex my poor dad, because he said that it always meant half a bottle wasted, and a temptation to the cook ?" Morris laughed--he was able to laugh by now--and replied, as it happened, with perfect truth, that he had an awful toothache.
"Then everything is explained," said Mary.

"Did you ever see me with a toothache?
Well, I should advise you not, for it would be our last interview.

I will paint it for you after dinner with pure carbolic acid; it's splendid, that is if you don't drop any on the patient's tongue." Morris answered that he would stick to champagne.

Then Mary began to narrate her experiences in the convent in a fashion so funny that the Colonel could scarcely control his laughter, and even Morris, toothache, heartache, and all, was genuinely amused.
"Imagine, my dear Morris," she said, "you know the time I get down to breakfast.

Or perhaps you don't.