“Surely at your age,” said Mrs. Hignett, disapprovingly, “you could be better occupied. Do you spend your whole time playing golf?”
“Oh, no! I play cricket a bit and shoot a bit and I swim a good lot and I still play football occasionally.”
“I wonder your father does not insist on your doing some useful work.”
“He is beginning to harp on the subject rather. I suppose I shall take a stab at it sooner or later. Father says I ought to get married, too.”
“He is perfectly right.”
“I suppose old Eustace will be getting hitched up one of these days?” said Sam.
Mrs. Hignett started violently.
“Why do you say that?”
“Eh?”
“What makes you say that?”