His Uncle’s Nephew.
“Why didn’t I come? Why should I? Very kind of Lady Millet to ask me, but I’m not a society man.”
“Oh, but—”
“Yes, I know, lad. Did the affair go off well?”
“Splendidly, only mamma left the wine to the confectioner, and the champagne—”
“Gave you a horrible headache, eh? Serve you right; should have had toast-and-water.”
“Marcus!”
“So Malpas came, did he?”
“Yes. Bad form, too. I don’t like him, Glen. But that’s all over now. Fellow can’t always marry the woman he wants.”
“Can’t he?”