What would she be like? What could she be like?
CHAPTER II
HOME IN STYLE
‘He must be mad!’ said Granville, flourishing a telegram in his hand.
‘He must be very fond of her,’ Lady Bligh replied, simply.
Granville held the telegram at arm’s length, and slowly focussed it with his eyeglass. He had already declaimed it twice, once with horror in his voice, once with a running accompaniment of agreeable raillery. His third reading was purely compassionate, in accordance with his latest theory regarding the mental condition of the sender.
‘“Arrived both well. Chartered launch take us Gravesend Twickenham; show her river. Join us if possible Westminster Bridge 3 o’clock.—Alfred.”’
‘Do you comprehend it, dear mother? I think I do, at last, though the prepositions are left to the imagination. He has saved at least twopence over those prepositions—which, of course, is an item, even in a ten-pound job.’
‘You don’t mean to say it will cost him ten pounds?’