"
"Right! Well, then, as I say, these beggars change identities.
They're as like as pins; and to all appearances one chap's the
other chap--and the other chap's the first chap. See?"
Loder laughed. The newly quickened interest was enhanced by
treading on dangerous ground.
"Well, they change for a lark, of course, but there's one fact
they both overlook. They're men, you know, and they forget
these little things!" He laughed delightedly. "They overlook
the fact that one of 'em has got a wife!"
There was a crash of music from the orchestra. Loder sat
straighter in his seat; he was conscious that the blood had
rushed into his face.
"Oh, indeed?" he said, quickly. "One of them had a wife?"
"Exactly!" Again Kaine chuckled. "And the point of the joke
is that the wife is the least larky person under the sun.
See?"
A second hot wave passed over Loder's face; a sense of mental
disgust filled him. This, then, was the wonderful garden seen
from another stand-point! He looked from Lillian, graceful,
sceptical, and shallow, to the young girl beside him, so
frankly modern in her appreciation of life.
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