"Yes, your brother Harry. I am much obliged to him, and to you, and must warn you, in my turn, that I had an uncle once who was so much addicted to the bottle that he died of it. Furthermore, my grandfather -"
She put up her hands. "Stop, stop! Abominable to laugh when I am in earnest! If I married you we should certainly fight."
"Not a doubt of it," he agreed.
"You would wish to make me sober and wellbehaved, and I -"
"Never! To shake you, perhaps, but I am persuaded your sense of justice would pardon that."
"My sense of justice might, but not my temper. I should flirt with other men: you would not like that."
"No, nor permit it."
"My poor Charles! How would you stop me?"
"By flirting with you myself," he replied.
"It would lack spice in a husband. I don't care for marriage. It is curst flat. You do not know that; but I have reason to. Did Gussie tell you I was going to marry Lavisse?"