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'I've changed my mind about that telegram. The first thing to-morrow I shall wire: "Agreed entirely but arrange bring Hullo Central with you."'

She addressed the priest again.

'I call my maid Hullo Central because she's got a tinny voice like a telephone. I say: "Hullo Central"--when she answers "Yes, modd'm," you'd swear it was the Exchange speaking...But you were telling me about men.'

'I was reminding you!' the Father said. 'But I needn't go on. You've caught the drift of my remarks. That is why you are pretending not to listen.'

'I assure you, no,' Mrs Tietjens said. 'It is simply that if a thing comes into my head I have to say it...You were saying that if one went away with a different man for every week-end...'

'You've shortened the period already,' the priest said. 'I gave a full week to every man.'

'But, of course, one would have to have a home,' Sylvia said, 'an address. One would have to fill one's mid-week engagements. Really it comes to it that one has to have a husband and a place to store one's maid in. Hullo Central's been on board-wages all the time. But I don't believe she likes it...Let's agree that if I had a different man every week I'd be bored with the arrangement. That's what you're getting at, isn't it?'