'What colour is her hair?'
'Well, I—I—I didn't notice, particularly.'
'Is she dark or fair? You must know, Bruce!'
'Well, I should say she was a little darker than you—not a great deal.
But I'm not quite certain. Just fancy her not thinking I was married!'
'Did you tell her?'
'Tell her! Of course I didn't tell her. Do you suppose a girl like Miss Wrenner's got nothing to do but to listen to my autobiography? Do you imagine she collects marriage certificates? Do you think she makes a hobby of the census?'
'Oh! then you didn't tell her?'
'Yes, I did. Why should I palm myself off as a gay bachelor when I'm nothing of the sort?'
'When did you tell her, Bruce?'
'Why, I haven't told her yet—at least, not personally. What happened really was this: Mitchell said to me, "Miss Wrenner will be surprised to hear you're a married man," or something like that.'