They all are. Naturally, I set to work to soothe him. I did what I could. I talked about his liver in the usual way. But it had less than the usual effect. However, I persuaded him not to force me to change the bill.”

Mrs. Sullivan struck into the conversation.

“He isn’t in love with Rosa, is he?” she demanded brusquely.

“In love with Rosa? Of course he isn’t, my pet!” said Sullivan.

The wife glared at her husband as if angry, and Sullivan made a comic gesture of despair with his hands.

“Is he?” Mrs. Sullivan persisted, waiting for Smart’s reply.

“I never thought of that,” said Sir Cyril simply.