"I wasn't actually going to write them myself," said Lord Caterham. "I believe that's never done. But I met a very charming girl the other day and that's her special job. She collects the material and does all the actual writing."
"And what do you do?"
"Oh, just give her a few facts for half an hour every day. Nothing more than that." After a slight pause, Lord Caterham said: "She was a nice-looking girl—very restful and sympathetic."
"Father," said Bundle, "I have a feeling that without me you will run into deadly danger."
"Different kinds of danger suit different kinds of people," said Lord Caterham.
He was moving away, when he turned back and said over his shoulder:
"By the way, Bundle, who are you marrying?"
"I was wondering," said Bundle, "when you were going to ask me that. I'm going to marry Bill Eversleigh."
The egoist thought it over for a minute. Then he nodded in complete satisfaction.
"Excellent," he said. "He's scratch, isn't he? He and I can play together in the foursomes in the Autumn Meeting."