“You don’t understand,” he said. “You don’t realize. You’ve never met Lady Underhill, have you?”
“What has she got to do with it?”
“Everything, old bean, everything. If it hadn’t been for her, there wouldn’t have been any trouble of any description, sort, or order. But she barged in and savaged poor old Derek till she absolutely made him break off the engagement.”
“If you call him ‘poor old Derek’ again, Freddie,” said Wally viciously, “I’ll drop you out of the window and throw your hat after you! If he’s such a gelatine-backboned worm that his mother can …”
“You don’t know her, old thing! She’s the original hellhound!”
“I don’t care what …”
“Must be seen to be believed,” mumbled Freddie.
“I don’t care what she’s like! Any man who could …”
“Once seen, never forgotten!”
“Damn you! Don’t interrupt every time I try to get a word in!”