“My dear, dear boy, go and change it!”
“I don’t see why it’s not--”
“Go and change it, if you love me,” besought Dolly.
“Oh, all right.”
“You look hideous in it,” she said, her eyes still shut.
Archie, who is very docile, withdrew. A guilty silence reigned for some
moments. Then Dolly opened her eyes. “It was the suit,” she said, with a
shudder. “Oh, how it all came back to me!”
“I could wish,” I observed, taking my hat, “that it would all come back
to me.”
“I wonder if you mean that!”
“As much as I ever did,” said I earnestly.
“And that is--?
“Quite enough.”
“How tiresome you are!” she said, turning away with a smile.
Outside I met Archie in another suit.
“A quick change, eh, my boy?” said he.
“It took just a week,” I remarked absently.
Archie stared.