Gunning.
A wholesome discipline, believe me.
Parbury.
What of our spoilt yachting cruise?
Gunning.
I ought never to have proposed it. Think what a loving wife must suffer under the circumstances—lying awake at night listening to the wind howling in the chimneys and sobbing in the trees. It doesn’t bear thinking of.
Parbury.
Quite so—quite so! And about our dear old friends whom I was obliged to drop. You may remember you made some very strong comments on my weakness yesterday.
Gunning.