There was a roar of laughter.
“You see?” said Crispin. “He hasn’t the remotest idea. Never mind. To-morrow Nell and I are looking at furnished flats.”
Eleanor made a little mouth.
“Much,” she announced, “against my will. A house would have been much nicer. Still, I accept your ruling.”
“My dear,” purred Madge, “I know what servants are. You’re sure to strike some wash-outs in your first twelve months—real old soldiers, I mean. They’re like vultures. They can smell a newly married couple five miles off. And a house is so unwieldy.”
“I know, but——”
David put in his oar.
“Give me an undress wedding, and you shall have your house.”
“Not on your life,” said Eleanor. “Besides, if you really loved me you’ld do as I want.”
“Ugh,” said David, “she’s wheedling me.” He cleared his throat. “Nothing doing,” he said sternly. “Besides, if you worshipped me, you’ld—you’ld hang upon my lips.”