You misunderstand me! I was his G.o.dfather; I gave him a silver cup.
AGATHA POSKET.
Oh, do excuse me. How did I become acquainted with such a vulgar expression? I don"t know where I pick up my slang. It must be through loitering at shop windows. Oh, oh, oh!
LUKYN.
Pray compose yourself. I"ll leave you for a moment.
[_Going to the window._
AGATHA POSKET.
[_To CHARLOTTE._] How shall I begin, Charley?
CHARLOTTE.
Make a bold plunge, do! The odour of cooking here, to a hungry woman, is maddening.
[_VALE softly opens the window and comes into the recess, but remains concealed by the curtain._
VALE.
[_To himself._] This is too bad of Lukyn! I"m wet to the skin and frightfully hungry! Who the deuce are these women?
AGATHA POSKET.
Colonel Lukyn!
LUKYN.
Madam. [_Listening._] No crash yet.
AGATHA POSKET.
[_Impulsively laying her hand upon his arm._] Friend of twenty years!
I will be quite candid with you. You are going to dine with us, to-morrow?
LUKYN.
Madam, I will repay your candour as it deserves. I am.
AGATHA POSKET.
My husband knows of your acquaintance with the circ.u.mstances of my first marriage. I know what men are. When the women leave the dinner-table, men become retrospective. Now, to-morrow night, over dessert, I beg you not to give my husband dates.
LUKYN.
Eh?
AGATHA POSKET.
Keep anything like dates from him.
LUKYN.
Mustn"t eat stone fruit?
AGATHA POSKET.
No, I mean years, months, days, dates connected with my marriage with Mr. Farringdon.
LUKYN.
Dear me, sore subject!
AGATHA POSKET.
I will be more than candid with you. My present husband, having a very short vacation in the discharge of his public duties, wooed me but for three weeks; you, who have in your time courted and married, know the material of which that happy period is made up. The future is all-engrossing to the man; the presents--I mean the present, a joyous dream to the woman. But in dealing with my past I met with more than ordinary difficulties.
LUKYN.
Don"t see why--late husband died a natural death--wasn"t stood on a balcony or anything.
AGATHA POSKET.
Colonel Lukyn, you know I was six-and-thirty at the time of my recent marriage!
LUKYN.
You surprise me!
AGATHA POSKET.
You know it! Be frank, Lukyn! Am I not six-and-thirty?
LUKYN.
You are.
AGATHA POSKET.
Very well, then. In a three weeks" engagement how was it possible for me to deal with the various episodes of six-and-thirty years? The past may be pleasant, golden, beautiful--but one may have too much of a good thing.
LUKYN.
[_To himself._] I am in that position now.