I can have it made for my brother at
our flat?'
'Of course you can! It costs next to nothing.'
Arthur Coniston came up.
'And tastes like nothing on earth, I suppose?' he grumbled in his
sister's ear. 'You can't give me much less to eat than you do already.'
'Oh, Arthur!' his sister said. 'Aren't you happy at home? I think you're
a pessimist.'
'A pessimist!' cried Mitchell, who was following them into the hall.
'Oh, I hate pessimists! What's the latest definition of them? Ah, I
know; an optimist is a person who doesn't care what happens as long as
it doesn't happen to him.'
'Yes,' said Edith quickly, 'and a pessimist is the person who lives with
the optimist.'
'Dear, dear. I always thought the old joke was that an optimist looks
after the eyes, and a pessimist after the feet!' cried Madame Frabelle
as she fastened her cloak.
'Why, then, he ought to go to a cheer-upadist!' said Mr Mitchell. And
they left him in roars of laughter.
CHAPTER XVIII
Dulcie Clay, in her neat uniform of grey and white, with the scarlet
cross on the front of her apron, was sitting in the room she occupied
for the moment in Aylmer's house in Jermyn Street.
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