"Whereas it's the genius you are privileged to see!" Mrs. Adney broke in. "I'm much obliged to you for the distinction."
I laid my hand on her arm. "See him yourself. Try it, test it, go to his room."
"Go to his room? It wouldn't be proper!" she exclaimed, in the tone of her best comedy.
"Anything is proper in such an inquiry. If you see him, it settles it."
"How charming—to settle it!" She thought a moment, then she sprang up. "Do you mean now?"
"Whenever you like."
"But suppose I should find the wrong one?" said Blanche Adney, with an exquisite effect.
"The wrong one? Which one do you call the right?"
"The wrong one for a lady to go and see. Suppose I shouldn't find—the genius?"
"Oh, I'll look after the other," I replied. Then, as I happened to glance about me, I added, "Take care, here comes Lord Mellifont."
