"But not enough to marry on," said Durham, significantly.
Conniston flushed. "If you speak of Lucy," he said, "she has a little money of her own, and our two incomes will keep us alive."
"It won't keep up the dignity of the title."
"Oh, the deuce take the dignity of that," said Conniston, carelessly. "In this democratic age who cares for titles?"
"The Americans, Dick. You ought to marry one."
"I'll marry Lucy, who is the sweetest girl in the world," said Dick, firmly. "We understand one another, and as soon as this business is over, Mark——"
"No. Bernard and I will go out to the Front."
"What! Does Bernard say that?"
"Yes. He intends to go back to his Imperial Yeomanry uniform, and I honor him for it," said Dick, with some heat. "Bernard is not the man to sneak out of doing his duty. And Miss Malleson approves. I go out to the Front also, and daresay I shall manage to get a place of sorts, from which to take pot-shots at the enemy."