“That’s all right,” said Dwight-Rankin; “I will lunch with you. I am
supposed to be lunching with some people, but I am so short-sighted that
I can’t see them. If you should remark two beautiful women looking at me
with more than usual interest, just don’t take any notice. This
short-sightedness of mine is developing into a nuisance. The other day I
was having a clean-up at the club and when I came to wipe my face I
found it was quite dry for the simple reason that I had been washing the
face of the man next to me.”