“Right Honourable Earl Boughey for one,” he said.
“He can’t bat though,” I said.
“His acres compensate.”
“She’s not that kind of girl,” I said quickly.
“They never are—until you get left! Then there’s the cherished, respectable Optimist.”
“Poor old soul, he’s got no earthly!”
“How sad! But sit on your pity and keep it snug. It’ll be needed for another, or woman has changed since my time. Don’t you know that every sanguine temperament in the shire is similarly bent? She’s at home the first Monday and the third Friday for the purpose of dispatching ’em. Does ’em in detachments. As Archie pathetically says, ‘To a peaceable and quiet mind the slaughter is distressing.’ And she’s going to be a sister to ’em all. Archie says he can’t sleep o’ nights for thinking of his poor relations.”
“Don’t care,” said I doggedly; “she’s A 1.”
“Rather liberal-minded too.”
“The best women always are.”