"Yes; I know," said my wife. "But when shall we go? To-morrow?"
"Well," I said, between strokes of the razor, "you see to-morrow—is—Saturday. And, as—it—is," here I stopped the razor, "the only holiday I have during the week, I hardly like to give it up to make a call."
"Yes, dear," she replied, "but it is the only time we have when we can go together."
"Well, married men are not required to make calls," I said.
"I suppose I can leave our cards," she said.
"Yes," I answered eagerly, "that will do perfectly well."
My wife did not seem pleased, but she said no more then, and I finished my shaving. I was n't cut but once.
So my wife left our cards.
When I next met Mr. Megalopod it was about two weeks later. He did not return my bow, and apparently did not see me. I went and pulled his
