"I suppose I do know! I suppose he has it on the brain, I've heard of nothing else,—he has driven me to the verge of idiocy."
"You were twenty-nine last April; time to be looking about, Derek. I know some charming girls; I do hope you will let me have a say?"
"Oh, my dear mother, you are welcome to as many says as you like, but I haven't the smallest intention of marrying."
"That's the way you young fellows talk," declared Lord Torquilstone, setting down an empty glass, "and then before you know where you are, you're caught," and he glanced at his wife with deadly significance.
"I'd like to see the girl, who could put salt on my tail," rejoined his stepson with extravagant confidence.
"Well now, Mater," glancing at his watch and rising as he spoke, "if you'll excuse me, I'm going out."
"Going out!" she repeated blankly, "where are you going?"
"To look on at a boxing match; I have promised to join a couple of fellows at the Sports Club."
"A boxing match, how horrible—disgusting!"
"Well, I admit that it's not exactly a pretty sight sometimes; but I like to see an active muscular fellow, that knows how to use his fists; I do a little in that line myself. I won't be in till all hours,—so I'll take a latch-key."