"Loveliest girl in the world. You will be daffy over her. Take my word for it. Eric."
(While we are about it, it is just as well to set forth the brisk dialogue now and get over with it. Something like forty-eight hours actually were required to complete the transoceanic conversation. We save time and avoid confusion, to say nothing of interrupted activities, by telling it all in a breath, so to speak, disregarding everything except sequence.)
Lord Fenlew to Lord Temple: "I repeat, who and what is she?"
Lord Temple to Lord Fenlew: "Forgive oversight. She is daughter of late Earl of Wexham. I told you what she is."
Lord Fenlew to Lord Temple: "What is date of wedding? Must know at once."
Lord Temple to Lord Fenlew: "I will ask her and let you know."
Lord Temple to Lord Fenlew—(the next day): "Still undecided. Something to do with gowns."
Lord Fenlew to Lord Temple: "Nonsense. I cannot wait."
Lord Temple to Lord Fenlew: "Gave her your message. She says you'll have to."
Lord Fenlew to Lord Temple: "Tell her I can't. I am a very old man."