On the Sunday afternoon as we were sauntering about the garden, Adrian touched upon the subject in a man's shy way when speaking to his fellow man.
"Why," said I with a laugh, "that's just about the time you expect the book to be out." He gave me a queer, slanting look.

"Yes," said he, "they'll both be born together." That night, to my consternation and sorrow, he went to bed quite fuddled with whisky..