‘No; that’s original, more or less.’
‘Then it’s wrong, altogether. But, see here, Gran: you ought to go out there.’
‘Why, pray?’
‘You remember what I said a “new chum” was?’
‘Yes; among other things a fool.’
‘Very good. You ought to go out there, because there are the makings of such a splendid “new chum” in you. You’re thrown away in England.’
Granville dropped his book and put up his eyeglass. But the Bride was gone. She had already overtaken her husband, and seized him by the arm.
‘Oh, Alfred,’ she cried, ‘I have done it! I have broken my promise! I have had words with Gran! Oh, my poor boy—I’m beginning to make you wish to goodness you’d never seen me—I feel I am!’