"Well, I think it's a shame to pull the old place about like
this. If we're so awfully dirty, we'd better find another house
that's got four bathrooms already, and sell White Ladies."

"Sell White Ladies?" cried Jill.

Berry nodded.

"Not only lock and stock, but barrel too. Yes," he added
bitterly, "the old water-butt must go."

"Look here," said I. "It occurs to me that this isn't a case for
a letter. We ought to go and choose a bath properly."

"That's rather an idea," said Daphne.

"Simply sparkling," said her husband. "Personally, I've got
something better to do than to burst down to South London, and
stagger round floor after floor, staring at baths."

"You needn't worry," said Daphne coolly. "I wouldn't go with you
for a hundred pounds."

Berry turned to us others.

"Yet we love one another," he said, with a leer in his wife's
direction. "In reality I am the light of her eyes. The
acetylene gas, as it were, of her existence. Well, well." He
rose and stretched himself. "I wash my hands of the whole