"We are going to play bridge driving home with that wonderful little electric lamp of yours.
"I will not forget," he promised.

"We are to be partners, you know." He was on the point of sitting down when he saw Brooks at the next table.

He held out his hand.
"How do you do, Mr.Brooks ?" he said.

"I am glad to see that you are going to get your man in.
"Thank you," Brooks answered, rising and waiting for his companion, who was buttoning her gloves.

"I was afraid that your sympathies would be on the other side." "Dear me, no," the Marquis answered.