"Ralph—it wasn't a bit like his Mrs. Levitt stunt. The awful thing was he really meant it. He'd planned it all out. We were to go off together to the Riviera, and he was to wear his canary waistcoat."
"Did he say that?"
"No. But you could see he thought it. And he was going to get Fanny to divorce him."
"Good God! He went as far as that?"
"As far as that. He was so cocksure, you see. I'm afraid it's been a bit of a shock to him."
"Well, it's a thundering good thing I've got a job at last."
"Have you?"
"Yes. We can get married the day after tomorrow if we like.
Blackadder's given me the editorship of the New Review."
"No? Oh, Ralph, how topping."
"That's what I ran up to Oxford for, to see him and settle everything. It's a fairly decent screw. The thing's got no end of hacking, and it's up to me to make it last."