Midnight
Dinky-Dunk , I fancy , began to realize that he had n't been quite fair , and started making oblique but transparent enough efforts at appeasement . When he sat down close beside me , and I moved away , he said in a spirit of exaggerated self-accusation : `` I 'm afraid I 've got a peach-stain on my reputation ! '' I retorted , at that , that she had never impressed me as much of a peach . Whereupon he merely laughed , as though it were a joke out of a Midnight Revue . Then he clipped a luridly illustrated advertisement of a nerve-medicine out of his newspaper and pinned it on my bedroom door , after I had ignored his tentative knock thereon the night before . The picture showed an anemic and woebegone couple haggling and shaking their fists at each other , while a large caption announced that `` Thousands of Married Folks Lead a Cat and Dog Life -- Are Cross , Crabbed and Grumpy ! '' -- all of which could be obviated if they used Oxygated Iron .