"I agree with you."
"I wish you wouldn't. I've a sweet temper, but I can't stand being agreed with. And I'm so worried about the aasvogel ."
Reginald stared dismally at the biscuit-tin, which now presented an unattractive array of rejected cracknels.
"I believe," he murmured, "if I could find a woman with an unsatisfied craving for cracknels, I should marry her."
"What is the tragedy of the aasvogel ?" asked the Other sympathetically.
"Oh, simply that there's no rhyme for it. I thought about it all the time I was dressing--it's dreadfully bad for one to think whilst one's dressing--and all lunch-time, and I'm still hung up over it. I feel like those unfortunate automobilists who achieve an unenviable motoriety by coming to a hopeless stop with their cars in the most crowded thoroughfa
