"You're a fine boy," said Gordon. "But, Bob, I would like to strangle your grandmother."
"Would you?" asked Bob, eagerly. "I dare say Pen does, too. Grandmothers and aunts are very trying. At least, I find them so."
The duchess's voice rose now quite above the limits of social decency, except when any one is playing or singing.
"I will not be put off, Penelope. You will say who it is, and you will be married again by the bishop in his fine Gothic cathedral—"
"Mr. Dean's cathedral," interjected the bishop.
"With a proper service and the usual hymns, breathing over Eden, or I will stay here till you do."
"Steady, Titania," said Bradstock. "If she won't, she won't."
"But she shall," shrieked Titania. "Gentlemen, which of you is it? I am now entirely desperate; which of you is it?"
No one said a word.
"Marquis, is it you?" asked the duchess. "You said so before."