Colonel tenderly. "But the last thing—one of the last things—Ramsay Macdonald said to me was, Get your reports in promptly."
"Please forgive me," she said, conscience-stricken. "I mustn't forget, just because you've been so perfectly darling to me, that you have to attend to business."
"Supposing that you'd never met me," he began earnestly, and then interrupted himself. "By Jove, that just fits the music!" he cried, and played a snatch of the air again. "We can make up some words of our own. Come on now, take turns with the lines."
The orchestra indoors just then took up the tune for an encore. To that soft accompaniment the Colonel sang his first line:
"Supposing that you'd never met me"
"In that case let's never suppose—" she hummed in reply.
"But then you could never forget me.—" continued the Colonel.
"I'm stuck," she said. "I can't get it. Wait a minute—Our poetry never be prose."
