advertising the fact that they had only been married a fortnight.
"I say, kidlet"—overpass the epithet, you Old Married People; you know you have once been as guilty yourselves—"you talked like a book to the Belted One, didn't you, what?"
"Yes, Phil-ipp, the poor old dear. The same complaint as Granny. I'm going to take him her apparatus and show him how to work it, and I've guaranteed that he will be able to walk upstairs after he has used it a week."
"Have you, though? But how you dared, I'm blest if I know."
"Cow-yard, Phil-ipp. He's rather a dear, really."
"A most disagreeable old gentleman, and the worst manners of any Privy Councillor in London."
"A libel, Phil-ipp. I'm sure he's not so bad as all that. Anyhow, if he is, I shall try and reform him."
