'Merely this. She pretended to love me, and then a few months ago she went off to the country to stay with some people named Ponderby and wrote me a letter breaking off the engagement. She gave no reasons, and I have not seen her since. She is now engaged to a man named Dillingwater, and I hope it chokes her.'
'I never heard about this. I'm sorry.'
'I'm not. Merciful release is the way I look at it.'
'Would he be one of the Sussex Dillingwaters?'
'I don't know what county the family infests. If I did, I would avoid it.'
'Well, I'm sorry. No wonder you're depressed.'
'Depressed?' said Frederick, outraged. 'Me? You don't suppose I'm worrying myself about a girl like that, do you? I've never been so happy in my life. I'm just bubbling over with cheerfulness.'
'Oh, is that what it is?' George looked at his watch. 'Well, you'd better be pushing along. It'll take you about ten minutes to get to Marazion Road.'
'How do I find the blasted house?'
'The name's on the door.'