Bill's face grew crimson.
"He says he's in the prime of life," said Lord Caterham cautiously.
"He? Why, he's decrepit—senile! I—" Bill positively choked.
"Not at all," said Lord Caterham coldly. "He's five years younger than I am."
"Of all the damned cheek! Codders and Bundle! A girl like Bundle! You oughtn't to have allowed it."
"I never interfere," said Lord Caterham.
"You ought to have told him what you thought of him."
"Unfortunately modern civilization rules that out," said Lord Caterham regretfully. "In the Stone Age now—but, dear me, I suppose even then I shouldn't be able to do it—being a small man."
"Bundle! Bundle! Why, I've never dared to ask Bundle to marry me because I knew she'd only laugh. And George—a disgusting wind-bag, an unscrupulous, hypocritical old hot-air merchant—a foul, poisonous self advertiser—"
"Go on," said Lord Caterham. "I'm enjoying this."