“No, deadly,” said Bundle. “Perfectly foul. Old diseased colonels creeping about in the sun, and active, wizened spinsters running libraries and churches.”

“Give me England,” said Bill. “I bar this foreign business⁠—except Switzerland. Switzerland’s all right. I’m thinking of going this Christmas. Why don’t you come along?”

“I’ll think of it,” said Bundle. “What have you been doing with yourself lately, Bill?”

It was an incautious query. Bundle had merely made it out of politeness and as a preliminary to introducing her own topics of conversation. It was, however, the opening for which Bill had been waiting.

“That’s just what I’ve been wanting to tell you about. You’re brainy, Bundle, and I want your advice. You know that musical show, Damn Your Eyes ?”

“Yes.”