Damme, I
ought to have known better. I take oath now, sir, never to eat again
as long as I live. A man who cannot govern his beastly appetite ought
to defy it, if nothing else."
"I gather from that remark that you omitted breakfast this morning."
"Breakfast, sir? In God's name, I implore you not to refer to anything
so disgusting as stewed prunes and bacon at a time like this. My mind
is--"
"How about luncheon? Will you join me at twelve-thirty?"
"That's quite another matter," said Mr. Rushcroft readily. "Luncheon
is an aesthetic tribute to the physical intelligence of man, if you
know what I mean. I shall be delighted to join you. Twelve-thirty, did
you say?"
"It would give me great pleasure if your daughter would also grace the
festal board."
"Ahem! My daughter and I are--er--what you might say 'on the outs' at
present. I dare say I was a trifle crusty with her this morning. She
was a bit inconsiderate, too, I may add. As a matter of fact she told
me to go and soak my head." Mr. Rushcroft actually blushed as he said
it. "I don't know where the devil she learned such language, unless
she's been overhearing the disrespectful remarks that some of these
confounded opera house managers make when I try to argue with them
about--But never mind! She's a splendid creature, isn't she? She has
it born in her to be one of the greatest actresses in--"
"I think it is too bad that she has to go about in the gown she wears,
Mr.
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