“If she does,” blurted David, “she’ll have all grey flannel lingerie—with brass buttons.”
“Oh, I’m sure you wouldn’t do that,” said Eleanor. “That would be unkind. Besides, a sponge-bag kilt wouldn’t suit you.”
So soon as he could speak—
“It’s all off,” cried David wildly. “I absolutely refuse to agree to this lop-sided idea. I won’t have anything to do with it. Her—her imagination’s too vivid. And with that overfed serpent to egg her on . . .”
It was fully two minutes before his protest was overcome.
“As for the jobs,” said Madge tearfully, “that they usually do together, we can be a Court of Appeal. Take the wedding, for instance. Well, I think it should be full-dress—not because Nell wants it, but because it’s only decent.”
“I agree,” said Crispin warmly. “I’ve been through the hoop; why shouldn’t David?”
Herrick raised his eyes to heaven and set his teeth.
“Madge,” he said weakly, “why did you marry the brute?”
His hostess rose with a laugh.