"Well, then, if the worst comes to the worst, I shall do what I said just now: I shall get some good plausible girl to see me through."
"The proper way to 'get' her will be to marry her. After you're married you won't be a parti."
"Dear mamma, he'll think you're already levelling your rifle!" Mary Gosselin laughingly wailed.
Guy Firminger looked at her a moment. "I say, Mary, wouldn't you do?"
"For the good plausible girl? Should I be plausible enough?"
"Surely—what could be more natural? Everything would seem to contribute to the suitability of our alliance. I should be known to have known you for years—from childhood's sunny hour; I should be known to have bullied you, and even to have been bullied by you, in the period of pinafores. My relations from a tender age with your brother, which led to our school-room romps in holidays, and to the happy footing on which your mother has always been so good as to receive me here, would
