Not yet, to judge from her expression and the tone of her voice, had she found any disadvantages attached to the arduous position of being Mrs. Stanley Ukridge.
"He's a wonderfully versatile man," I said.
"I believe he could do anything."
"He'd have a jolly good try!"
"Have you ever kept fowls?" asked Mrs. Ukridge, with apparent irrelevance.
I had not. She looked disappointed.
"I was hoping you might have had some experience. Stanley, of course, can turn his hand to anything; but I think experience is rather a good thing, don't you?"
"Yes. But ..."
"I have bought a shilling book called 'Fowls and All About Them,' and this week's copy of C.A.C."
"C.A.C.?"