"I should like to go more than anything," said Hughie slowly, "but—"
"Well?"
"I don't know—that is—"
"I do," said Jimmy Marrable with characteristic frankness. "You are struggling between an instinct which tells you to do the sensible thing and an overpowering desire to do a dashed silly one."
Hughie grew very red.
His uncle continued:—
"You want to marry that girl."
Hughie blazed up.
"I do," he said, rather defiantly.
The cigar glowed undisturbedly.