‘Was that why you married me?’ asks he, laughing, and bent on teasing her.
‘No.’ She turns her back on him. ‘I don’t know why I married you, except—that you were the biggest duffer in Europe.’
Forster roars.
‘I’m glad I’m the biggest,’ says he. ‘It’s well to be great in one’s own line.’
‘Well, that’s where it is,’ says Lady Forster, returning with perfect equanimity to the original subject. ‘And if it comes off, Susan will be a perfect sister-in-law. One has to think of one’s self, you know; and what I dwell on is, that I’ll have the greatest fun bringing her out in town. I’ve thought it all over. She will have a regular boom. There won’t be a girl next year in it with her. I know all the coming debutantes, and she could give them miles and beat them.’
Miss Prior laughs curiously, and Lady Forster looks at her.
‘You think?’
‘That you are the most disinterested sister on earth, or——’
‘Well?’
‘The most selfish.’