"Is that anywhere near Fleet House?"
"About half a mile south of it Why?"
"Look here." Martin hesitated. "This engagement was— arranged. Wasn't it?"
Jenny hesitated too, and would not meet his eyes.
"Yes, I suppose you could call it that. We're practically broke; haven't a bean. The Fleets are very wealthy. Aunt Cicely…"
"Go on!"
"Well, Aunt Cicely's only weakness is that she is a bit of a snob about titles. Her husband gave I don't know how much to party-funds so he could get his knighthood. But that's not all! Richard is really.. fond of me. Richard—"
"Or 'dear Ricky, as we call him.'"
"Darling, you mustn't talk like that!"
"Sorry. Do you know what black bile is? It's jealousy. Sorry."