“But you must.”
“I know. You see, if I say I am married, naturally she will ask me a few questions.”
“When she gets—gets her breath!” Marjorie said with a laugh; it was the first time she had laughed, and he liked to hear it.
“The first will probably be, How long have I been married?”
“Do you remember you used to come to Marlbury to see me when I was at school at Miss Skinner’s?”
“Rather!”
“That was three years ago. Supposing you married about then?”
“Fine,” Hugh said. “I married three years ago. What month?”
“June,” she said; “it’s a lovely month!”
“I was married in June, nineteen hundred and eighteen, my lady,” said Hugh. “Where at, though?”