"Cut, my friend Phipps! Me, her husband, and you, her dear friend! Really, it's a most uncomfortable thing to have a disapproving wife going about to the same restaurants and places.

Let us go and sulk in a corner, Phipps, and leave this little comedy here to develop.

Farewell, faithless Flossie! Wingate," he concluded, shaking his head gravely, "you have disappointed me." They passed on.

The young lady tossed her head angrily.
"There are times," she announced, "when I hate Lord Dredlinton.

I don't know any one who can say such horrid things without being actually rude.
I'm sure his wife looks much too good for him," she added generously.
Wingate's nerves were all on edge.