"That's what I mean to do."
"Where?"
"Why, here. Haven't we got the parson and the church attached? What could be more convenient?"
"Nothing, if the Marchioness doesn't suspect?"
"But I'm afraid that she does."
"What—not that——"
"Only that my intentions are serious."
"Transfer them to me then—temporarily."
"Won't do. Devotion to Lady Isabelle is the tack. Why won't you lend me your little affair?"
"What, Jimsy?"