Teal Chapter I Now there was a day when the Saint went quite mad. Of course, one might with considerable justification say that he always had been mad, anyway, so that the metamorphosis suggested by that first sentence would be difficult for the ordinary observer to discover. Patricia Holm said so, quite definitely; and the Saint only smiled. “Neverwithstanding,” he said, “I am convinced that the season is ripe for Isadore to make his contribution to our bank balance.” “You must be potty,” said his lady, for the second time; and the Saint nodded blandly. “I am. That was the everlasting fact with which we started the day’s philosophy and meditation. If you remember——” Patricia looked at the calendar on the wall, and her sweet lips came together an the obstinate little line that her man knew so well. “Exactly six months ago,” she said, “Teal was in here giving such a slick imitation of the sorest man on earth that anyone might have thought it was no impersonation at all.
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