"Not hate them, I hope," said Mr. Gibson.
"She doesn't love them;—does she?"
"Well, as for love;—yes; in one sense,—I hope she does. Miss Stanbury, you know, is a woman who expresses herself strongly."
"What would she say, if she were told that you and I were going to marry those two girls? We are both favourites, you know."
"Dear me! What a very odd supposition," said Mr. Gibson.
"For my part, I don't think I shall," said Brooke.
"I don't suppose I shall either," said Mr. Gibson, with a gravity which was intended to convey some smattering of rebuke.
"A fellow might do worse, you know," said Brooke. "For my part, I rather like girls with chignons, and all that sort of get-up. But the worst of it is, one can't marry two at a time."
"That would be bigamy," said Mr. Gibson.
"Just so," said Brooke.