"Oh, yes, mamma, he is."
"Then why does he go on like that?"
"Oh, mamma, you do not know him."
"Do you?"
"I think so. My belief is that there isn't a man in London so anxious to be married as Llwddythlw."
"I am glad of that."
"He has lost so much time that he knows it ought to be got through and done with without further delay. If he could only go to sleep and wake up a married man of three months' standing, he would be quite happy. If it could be administered under chloroform it would be so much better! It is the doing of the thing, and the being talked about and looked at, that is so odious to him."
"Then why not have had it done quietly, my dear?"
"Because there are follies, mamma, to which a woman should never give way. I will not have myself made humdrum. If I had been going to marry a handsome young man so as to have a spice of romance out of it all, I would have cared nothing about the bridesmaids and the presents. The man then would have stood for everything. Llwddythlw is not young, and is not handsome."
"But he is thoroughly noble."