I said that I should rather think he had.

“Look here,” said Sullivan, becoming grave and dropping his voice, “there are four hundred invitations, and it’ll cost me seven hundred and fifty pounds. But it pays. You know that, don’t you, Marie? Look at the advertisement! And I’ve got a lot of newspaper chaps here. It’ll be in every paper to-morrow. I reckon I’ve done this thing on the right lines. It’s only a reception, of course, but let me tell you I’ve seen after the refreshments — not snacks — refreshments, mind you! And there’s a smoke-room for the boys, and the wife’s got a spiritualism-room, and there’s the show in this room. Some jolly good people here, too — not all chorus girls and walking gents. Are they, Marie?”