“First catch your common-sensed girl,” muttered Jephson, a little grumpily, as it seemed to me. “Where do you propose finding her?”
“Well,” returned MacShaughnassy, “I looked to find her in Miss Medbury.”
As a rule, the mention of Miss Medbury’s name brings a flush of joy to Jephson’s face; but now his features wore an expression distinctly approaching a scowl.
“Oh!” he replied, “did you? Well, then, the common-sensed girl loves the military also.”
“By Jove!” exclaimed MacShaughnassy, “what an extraordinary thing. What reason does she give?”
“That there’s a something about them, and that they dance so divinely,” answered Jephson, shortly.
“Well, you do surprise me,” murmured MacShaughnassy, “I am astonished.”
Then to me he said: “And what does the young married woman say? The same?”
“Yes,” I replied, “precisely the same.”
“Does she give a reason?” he asked.