An hour afterwards a radiant angel of a nurse claimed her for purposes of ablution. I once more returned to Hafiz. Then Barbara put her head in at the door.
"Haven't you thought how delighted Doria will be?"
"I haven't," said I. "I've more important things to think about."
"But," said Barbara, entering and closing the door with soft deliberation behind her and coming to my side--"if Adrian makes a big success, they'll be able to marry."
"Well?" said I.
"Well," said she, with a different intonation. "Don't you see?"
It is wise to irritate your wife on occasion, so as to manifest your superiority. She shook me by the collar and stamped her foot.
"Don't you care a bit whether your friends get married or not?"
"Not a bit," said I.
Barbara lifted the Macan's Firdusi, still suffering the desecration of the forgotten cage of white mice, onto my manuscript and hoisted herself on the cleared corner of t