Let me think——
Misquith.
"My marriage is not even the conventional sort of marriage likely to satisfy society."
Jayne.
Bless me, yes! What does that suggest?
Misquith.
That he has a particular rather than a general reason for anticipating estrangement from his friends, I'm afraid.
Jayne.
A horrible mésalliance! A dairymaid who has given him a glass of milk during a day's hunting, or a little anæmic shopgirl! Frank, I'm utterly wretched!
Misquith.