"I won't forget it. It's the biggest compliment I've ever had paid me. Great Scott! I only wish...."
"There! that's all right, you needn't make a speech. And you won't go away tactfully forever, will you?"
"Not if you don't want me to."
"And you won't be embarrassed?"
"No, I won't be embarrassed. Portrait of a young man poking the fire to bits to indicate complete freedom from embarrassment. Let's go and feed somewhere, shall we?..."
"... Well, and how did you get on with the heiress and the lawyers and all that lot?"
"Oh! there was a long argument. Miss Dorland insisted on dividing the money, and I said no, I couldn't think of it. She said it was only hers as the result of a crime, and Pritchard and Murbles said she wasn't responsible for other people's crimes. And I said it would look like my profiting by my own attempt at fraud, and she said, not at all, and we went on and on, don't you know. That's a damned decent girl, Wimsey."
"Yes, I know. The moment I found she preferred burgundy to champagne I had the highest opinion of her."
"No, really—there's something very fine and straightforward about her."