"I'm not jokin', sir, nor taking the liberty to propose anything of the sort; it's only——"
"A hypothetical case?"
"That's it, sir. I mean suppose a gentleman like yourself was to marry a girl like her, do you think you'd be happy?"
"Surely it would all depend on whether they liked each other—and liked the same things——"
"Ah, sir, that's it. Would you like the same things, do you suppose?"
"Well, Willets, I don't see that you've any cause to worry. Unfortunately I don't know the young lady, so I can't see how I'm to get any forrader."
"Suppose, sir, a young lady, like what the Mistress was, should marry a man in quite a different rank from herself, do you think they'd be happy?"
"It depends," said Reggie, "what sort of a chap he was. People rise, you know."
"Well, suppose he did, would they happy?"
"I couldn't say, Willets, I'm sure. Is it any particular young lady you're worried about?"