He telegraphed home one terrible word—"Bosh!"
PEGGY and ERMYNTRUDE
[Indignantly.] Oh!
GWENDOLINE.
He ought to be struck into a Flying Dutchman!
DINAH.
The telegraphic rate from Malta necessitates abruptness, but I can never forgive the choice of such a phrase. But it decided our fate. Three weeks ago, when I was supposed to be selecting wools at Whiteley's, Reginald and I were secretly united at the Registry Office.
GWENDOLINE.
Oh, how lovely!