"I shall miss you."
"What do you mean, miss me?"
"When you're gone. Woodhaven won't seem the same place. But of course you'll soon be able to come back. I sha'n't waste any time proposing."
"Leave me your address," said James, "and I'll send you a wire when you can return. You won't be offended if I don't ask you to be best man at the wedding? In the circumstances it might be painful to you."
Peter sighed dreamily.
"We'll have the sitting-room done in blue. Her eyes are blue."
"Remember," said James, "there will always be a knife and fork for you at our little nest. Grace is not the woman to want me to drop my bachelor friends."
"Touching this match," said Peter. "Strict Royal and Ancient rules, of course?"
"Certainly."
"I mean to say—no offence, old man—but no grounding niblicks in bunkers."