"Then you can take trouble?" said Nash.
"Yes, for the woman I'm to marry."
"Oh you're to marry?"
"That's what has come on since we met in Paris," Nick explained, "and it makes just the difference."
"Ah my poor friend," smiled Gabriel, much arrested, "no wonder you've an eloquence, an accent!"
"It's a pity I have them in the wrong place. I'm expected to have them in the House of Commons."
"You will when you make your farewell speech there—to announce that you chuck it up. And may I venture to ask who's to be your wife?" the visitor pursued.
"Mrs. Dallow has kindly consented to accept that yoke. I think you saw her in Paris."
"Ah yes: you spoke of her to me, and I remember asking you even then if you were in love with her."
"I wasn't then," said Nick.