I took the pen and made a certain alteration. Dolly took up the
album.

" 'Are unanimous,'" she read, " in encouraging all others to seek
a similar privilege.' Yes, you meant that, you know, Mr.
Carter."

"I suppose I must have," said I rather sulkily.

"The other was nonsense," urged Dolly.

"Oh, utter nonsense," said I.

"And you had to write the truth!"

"Yes, I had to write some of it."

"And nonsense can't be the truth, can it, Mr. Carter?"

"Of course it can't, Lady Mickleham."

"Where are you going, Mr. Carter?" she asked; for I rose from my
chair.

"To have a quiet smoke," said I.

"Alone?" asked Dolly.

"Yes, alone," said I.