"That's just it. You ought to have swallowed a cork years and years ago."
"Like Mr. Henry James. I always know when he has thought of a clever thing at a party."
"How?"
"By his leaving it immediately, and in total silence. He rushes home to write his thought down. His memory is treacherous."
"And does he often have to leave a party?"
"Pretty often. About once a year, I believe."
"It must be very trying socially to be so clever. So Lord Reggie is actually serious?"
"I hope he is never that. He will marry, as he sins, prettily, with the gaiety of a young Greek god."
"Marry and not settle down, as we all do now? We have improved upon the old code."
"We have practically abolished codes in London. In the country I fancy they continue to think of the commandments. How many commandments are there?"
"I forget! Seven, I think, or is it seventeen? Probably seventeen. I know there are a great many. I heard of a clergyman in a Northern parish who took twenty minutes to read them, although he left out all the h's.
