Because I was more than half assured of this, I made a point of disputing it.
"She's plastic, anyway; a nice little thing."
"Is a nice little thing the right sort of a wife for a squatter?"
"If she loves him--"
"Of course she loves him--now."
"Look at her pluck in coming out!"
"Pluck? She has five sisters in Upper Tooting."
"Surbiton."
"I'm sure it's Upper Tooting."
"And she can make her own blouses."