‘Do you remember two young ladies we met there?’
‘Perfectly. Are you going to marry both of them?’
‘My intention is to propose to one, and I imagine I need not tell you which?’
‘Naturally, the Irish girl. She saved your life—’
‘Pray let me undeceive you in a double error. It is not the Irish girl; nor did she save my life.’
‘Perhaps not; but she risked her own to save yours. You said so yourself at the time.’
‘We’ll not discuss the point now. I hope I feel duly grateful for the young lady’s heroism, though it is not exactly my intention to record my gratitude in a special license.’
‘A very equivocal sort of repayment,’ grumbled out Lockwood.
‘You are epigrammatic this evening, major.’
‘So, then, it’s the Greek you mean to marry?’