"You shall have it," I said. "State your point, old top."
"It's like this—I'm engaged to be married."
"My dear old scout, a million con——"
"Yes, I know. Thanks very much, and all that, but listen."
"What's the trouble? Don't you like her?"
A kind of rapt expression came over his face.
"Like her! Why, she's the only——"
He gibbered for a spell. When he had calmed down, I said, "Well then, what's your trouble?"
"Reggie," he said, "do you think a man is bound to tell his wife all about his past life?"
"Oh, well," I said, "of course, I suppose she's prepared to find that a man has—er—sowed his wild oats, don't you know, and all that sort of thing, and——"