But a misapprehension as to the nature of the play had caused Jaffery to book seats for a gloomy drama with an ironical title, which stupefied them with depression.
When they waited for the front door of the house in Queen's Gate to open to their ring, Liosha in her best manner thanked him for a most enjoyable evening.
"Most enjoyable indeed," said Jaffery.

"We must have another, if you will do me the honour.

What do you say to this day week ?" "I shall be delighted," said Liosha.
So that day week they repeated this extraordinary performance, and the week after that, and so on until it became a grim and terrifying fixture.

And while Jaffery, in a fog of theory as to the Eternal Feminine, was trying to do his duty, Liosha struggled hard to smother her own tumultuous feelings and to carry out Barbara's prescription for the treatment of overgrown babies; but the deuce of it was that though in her eyes Jaffery was pleasantly overgrown, she could not for the life of her regard him as a baby.

So it came to pass that an unnatural pair continued to meet and mystify and misunderstand each other to the great content of the high gods and of one unimportant human philosopher who looked on.
"I told you all this artificiality was spoiling her," Jaffery growled, one day.