But he was in a tight place. "You told me this morning you did nothing yesterday," the actress objected.
"I don't think I really know when I do things." Vawdrey looked vaguely, without helping himself, at a dish that was offered him.
"It's enough if we know," smiled Lord Mellifont.
"I don't believe you've written a line," said Blanche Adney.
"I think I could repeat you the scene." Vawdrey helped himself to haricots verts.
"Oh, do! oh, do!" two or three of us cried.
"After dinner, in the salon; it will be an immense régal," Lord Mellifont declared.
"I'm not sure, but I'll try," Vawdrey went on.
"Oh, you lovely man!" exclaimed the actress, who was practising Americanisms, being resigned even to an American comedy.
"But there must be this condition," said Vawdrey: "you must make your husband play."
