"Impossible!" echoed Wild, with a fearful imprecation. "Your boast, you see, was a little premature, Mr. He came in apologetically; all the old “Well, and how ARE we?” note gone; and once he asked Ann Veronica, almost furtively, “How’s Alice getting on, Vee?” Finally, on the Day, he appeared like his old professional self transfigured, in the most beautiful light gray trousers Ann Veronica had ever seen and a new shiny silk hat with a most becoming roll. “So, Rhea must have known you for what you are.