I did it-I who should have known better. I persuaded Reginald to go to the McKillops' garden-party against his will. We all make mistakes occasionally. "They know you're here, and they'll think it so funny if you don't go. And I want particularly to be in with Mrs. McKillop just now." "I know, you want one of her smoke Persian kittens as a prospective wife for Wumples-or a husband, is it?" (Reginald has a magnificent scorn for details, other than sartorial.) "And I am expected to undergo social martyrdom to suit the connubial exigencies"- "Reginald! It's nothing of the kind, only I'm sure Mrs. McKillop Would be pleased if I brought you. Young men of your brilliant attractions are rather at a premium at her garden-parties." "Should be at a premium in heaven," remarked Reginald complacently.