head," said Miss Silverton. "A child of six," she emended.
"But, dash it—I mean—what I mean to say—I'm married!"
"Yes?" said Miss Silverton, with the politeness of faint interest "I've been married myself. I wouldn't say it's altogether a bad thing, mind you, for those that like it, but a little of it goes a long way. My first husband," she proceeded, reminiscently, "was a travelling man. I gave him a two-weeks' try-out, and then I told him to go on travelling. My second husband—now, he wasn't a gentleman in any sense of the word. I remember once"
"You don't grasp the point. The jolly old point! You fail to grasp it. If this bally thing comes out, my wife will be most frightfully sick!"
Miss Silverton regarded him with pained surprise.
"Do you mean to say you would let a little thing like that stand in the way of my getting on the front page of all the papers—with photographs? Where's your chivalry?"
"Never mind my dashed chivalry!"
"Besides, what does it matter if she does get a little sore? She'll soon get over it. You can put that right. Buy her a box of candy. Not that I'm strong for candy myself. What I always say is, it may taste good, but look what it does to your hips! I give you my honest word that, when I gave up eating candy, I lost eleven ounces the first week. My second husband—no, I'm a liar, it was my third—my third husband said Say, what's the big idea? Where are you going?"
"Out!" said Archie, firmly, "Bally out!"
