'You say something proper, Tommy, old boy,' Childwick was ostentatiously overcome.
'Is it a—an enthusiastic telegram?' asked Tommy, after a drink.
'No. She only says they're the happiest people in the world.'
'If it's no worse than that, we can sit down to supper.' Mr. Childwick proceeded to do so immediately.
'I ordered lobsters,' said Peggy, as she threw her cloak away and appeared resplendent in her best white frock.
'The mutton's here all right,' Childwick assured her. 'And there's a good bit left.'
'What that pair propose to live on——' began Tommy, as he cut the loaf.
'The diet is entirely within the discretion of the Relieving Officer,' interrupted Childwick.
'I'm so glad she's done it while I've got some money left. Shall I give her a bracelet or a necklace, or—could I give her a tiara, Tommy?'