“For love, certainly!”
“You really think so? You'd advise—er—advise a fellow to blow the prejudices of his friends, and that sort of thing?”
“I should have to know a little more about the case.”
He was evidently longing for a confidant.
“Suppose er—one girl was ripping, but—well—on the stage, for instance.”
“On the stage!” exclaimed the Baroness. “Yes, please go on. What about the other girl?”
“Suppose she had simply pots of money, but the fellow didn't know much more about her?”
“I certainly shouldn't marry a girl I didn't know a good deal about,” said the Baroness with conviction.
Lord Tulliwuddle seemed impressed with this opinion.
“That's just what I have begun to think,” said he, and gazed down at his pumps with a meditative air.