Reginald (Stage 3)

I did it, I who should have known better. I persuaded Reginald to go to the McKillops' garden-party against his will. We all make mistakes occasionally. They know you're here. And they'll think it so funny if you don't go. And I want particularly to be in with Mrs. McKillop just now.

I know, you want one of her smoke Persian kittens as a prospective wife for Wumples, or a husband, is it? Reginald has a magnificent scorn for details, other than sartorial. And I am expected to undergo social martyrdom to suit the connubial exigencies.

Reginald! It's nothing of the kind, only I'm sure Mrs. McKillop would be pleased if I brought you. Young men of your brilliant attractions are rather at a premium at her garden-parties.

Should be at a premium in heaven, remarked Reginald complacently.