The Solution of an Insoluble Dilemma
“I’m in a frightful position,” exclaimed Mrs. Duff-Chugleigh, sinking into an armchair and closing her eyes as though to shut out some distressing vision.
“Really? What has happend?” said Mrs. Pallitson, preparing herself to hear some kitchen tragedy.
“The more one tries to make one’s house-parties a success, the more one seems to court failure,” was the tragical reply.
“I’m sure it’s been most enjoyable so far,” said the guest politely; “weather, of course, one can’t count on, but otherwise I can’t see that anything has gone wrong. I was thinking you were to be congratulated.”
Mrs. Duff-Chubleigh laughed harshly and bitterly.