a similar privilege."

"I beg your pardon?" cried Lady Mickleham.

"Are unanimous," I repeated, slowly and distinctly, "in
discouraging all others from seeking a similar privilege."

Dolly looked at me, with her brow slightly puckered. I leant
back, puffing at my cigarette. Presently--for there was quite a
long pause--Dolly's lips curved.

"My mental powers are not despicable," she observed.

"I have said so," said I.

"I think I see," she remarked.

"Is there anything wrong?" I asked anxiously.

"N-no," said Dolly, "not exactly wrong. In fact, I rather think
I like that last bit best. Still, don't you think--?

She rose, came round the table, took up the pen, and put it back
in my hand. "What's this for?" I asked.

"To correct the mistake," said Dolly.

"Do you really think so?" said I.

"I'm afraid so," said Dolly.