of a great Proconsul who had started out in life with a Balliol scholarship.
"Of course, my dear boy, you must decide." The Proconsular eyelids conveyed delicately to the Suffolk Colthurst that, after all, the Suaviter in Modo cannot be surpassed in the hands of an acknowledged master. "But, as Warlock knows already, we shall be very happy to make Lady Adela welcome in the family."
"Oh, yes, of course, but you see—"
Neither parent appeared to see, unfortunately. The poor Green Chartreuse grew desperate.
"So you see, I've kind of proposed to another girl."
The Proconsul took off his eyeglasses and buttoned his coat; the Colthurst of Suffolk manipulated her third and fourth chins into a condition of majestically eloquent inarticulation. The silver timepiece alone was moved to make an observation, and that, of course, was quite irrelevant.
"Her name is Mary Caspar, and she is an absolute nailer," said the heir to the barony.
"An actress, I believe," said Mother, who, like every member of her family, had an almost uncanny memory for names.
"An absolute nailer," said Mr. Philip.
Three weeks ago the young man had taken to Jaegar underclothing, but even that hardly seemed able to cope with the thermometer.
