“The Underhills do not need to marry for money.”
“I am not marrying for money!”
“Well, go on.”
“I have already described to you in my letter—very inadequately, but I did my best—what she looks like. Her sweetness, her loveableness, all the subtle things about her which go to make her what she is, you will have to judge for yourself.”
“I intend to!”
“Well, that’s all, then. She lives with her uncle, a Major Selby …”
“Major Selby? What regiment?”
“I didn’t ask him,” snapped the goaded Derek. “And, in the name of heaven, what does it matter?”
“Not the Guards?”
“I tell you I don’t know.”