“Yes. You couldn’t go long uncaptured. How have you escaped? All the men you knew must have been blind, deaf, dumb.”
“Ah, well,” Miss Princeps sighed, “if one must be married some time or other, thank God that there are Brassids! But who ever heard of two married people swimming together!”
“We will,” still threatened Brassid.
“We?”
“Yes, we.”
“It doesn’t sound badly, Brassid.”
“Now that’s better. For you know that, though I’m a poor enough sort, no one has ever adored you as I do, and that you—yes, you—were never such a comrade with any one else.”
“Why, Brassid!”
“Isn’t it so? Answer me!”
“Yes, sir,” she said.