“Naughty Phil-ipp. You mustn’t never wipe the eye of no one.”
Still, she had rather forgotten, hadn’t she, young ladies of Newnham and Girton, that Mr. Philip was not yet an archangel in a large way of trade, although apparently that was her ambition for him. But you won’t think any the worse of her, will you? It’s all in the game, my dears, and a very nice game, too, if you play it slowly.
How long would it take her to get her trousseau?
No, you young bachelors of Cam and Isis, that was not a clever question. But one must expect this sort of thing of an amateur now and then. Philip, young friend, your inquiry should have been differently expressed.
And what was Mary’s answer to the foolish question? Why, just what yours would have been, young ladies.
Mary didn’t know how long it would take her to get her trousseau.
We agree with you, my dears, that only a perfect Silly would have been guilty of any such inquiry.
Should they go to Algiers for the honeymoon?
“Yes, Phil-ipp, but who is going to look after Granny at Brighton? She goes there every March, you know, by advice.”
“We’ll go to Brighton, then,” said Philip, “or a tour round the world, or anywhere.”