“I know. It occurred to me about half an hour ago. I do hope I haven't made another mistake.”
“It would be rather difficult for the average man to understand you when you speak, as you call it,” said Violet. “I must say, I think a great many of your remarks are extremely odd, to say the least of it.”
“Bless you, darling,” said Kenneth, blotting his receipt. “What a commonplace mind there is behind that lovely face!”
She flushed. “If you think me commonplace I wonder you want to marry me.”
“I've explained it to you before, my sweet. I worship beauty.”
“Yes, so you say, but I notice that doesn't hinder you from running after perfectly ordinary-looking girls like Leslie Rivers.”
“Jealous little cat,” he remarked. “I've known Leslie for years. There you are, Giles. I'll pay it back as soon as I touch. Thanks, by the way. I can now buy you a vulgar ring, beloved.”
“I don't want a vulgar ring, I can assure you. Simply because I happen to prefer diamonds to any other stone -”
“You shall have a slab of a diamond, my pet. A large, table-cut one, which no one could possibly suppose a fake because it's so improbable.”
“Are you going to blow the whole of that on a ring?” inquired Giles.