"What the deuce is that?"
"Something that the Church encourages and society shirks. The Sandal woman can explain the objection."
Jim winced at her knowledge of his latest love. "You said that I belonged to you," he reminded her sulkily.
"Officially. May I ask the reason for this sudden devotion?"
"You look so rippin'."
"Thanks for the belated compliment. I am aware that your love is dependent upon the eye."
"An' what else should it be dependent upon?"
"The heart may have something to do with it, you know--or rather, you do not know. Since our conversation when I asked you to buy a yacht I have given up trying to educate you in the affections."
"I'll buy a yacht now--a dozen yachts, to please you."
"Oh," said the Duchess, with a cold smile; "so that Epsom-Newmarket woman has been nasty."