Mary didn't know how long it would take her to get her trousseau.
We agree with you, my dears, that only a perfect Silly would have been guilty of any such inquiry.
Should they go to Algiers for the honeymoon?
"Yes, Phil-ipp, but who is going to look after Granny at Brighton? She goes there every March, you know, by advice."
"We'll go to Brighton, then," said Philip, "or a tour round the world, or anywhere."
So they left it at that; and the lucky young dog proceeded on foot to the nearest of his clubs, for all that he felt like an airship really; and engaged in a game of snooker pool with two eminent criminal barristers—that is to say, two eminent members of the Common Law Bar—and was very soon the poorer by the sum of two pounds sterling.
Then the young man sat down and wrote a little line to Mary, which ran to four pages, and was absolutely superfluous, because it was really about nothing at all except to remind her that she was the dearest and best, etc. Fortunately he had the good sense to tear it up, so that not one was a penny the worse for an ill-written, and miss-spelt, and hopelessly ungrammatical effusion, and that notwithstanding that the writer had enjoyed all the advantages of a regular classical education. And then Mr. Wingrove sauntered into the Club in
