“Before what came off?”
“A wedding with Lieutenant Eaton, Sir Gordon.”
“Why?”
“Principally because she says he’s so handsome, Sir Gordon. She hates handsome men.”
“Humph! That’s why she’s so fond of you, Tom Porter.”
“Which she ain’t, Sir Gordon,” said Tom Porter dolefully.
“You had been talking about weddings then?”
“Well, just a little, Sir Gordon,” said Tom Porter, not a muscle of whose countenance moved. “I just said how nice it was to see two young folks so fond of each other.”
“As whom?”
“As the Lufftenant and Miss Jooly, Sir Gordon; and that it would be just as nice for two middle-aged folks who had kept it all in store.”