"Surely, surely!" said the Earl. "An argument doesn't depend for its logical force on the size of the creature that utters it!"
She tossed her head indignantly. "I would not argue with any man less than six inches high!" she cried. "I'd make him work!"
"What at?" said Arthur, listening to all this nonsense with an amused smile.
"Embroidery!" she readily replied. "What lovely embroidery they would do!"
"Yet, if they did it wrong," I said, "you couldn't argue the question. I don't know why: but I agree that it couldn't be done."
"The reason is," said Lady Muriel, "one couldn't sacrifice one's dignity so far."
"Of course one couldn't!" echoed Arthur. "Any more than one could argue with a potato. It would be altogether——excuse the ancient pun——infra dig.!"
"I doubt it," said I. "Even a pun doesn't quite convince me."
"Well, if that is not the reason," said Lady Muriel, "what reason would you give?"
I tried hard to understand the meaning of this question: but the persistent humming of
