"Honey!"
"Well, Mullett?"
The valet fell back a pace, his eyes widening. He passed the tip of his tongue over his lips.
"A wasp in the beehive!" cried Mullett.
"Don't be an idiot," said George.
Mullett was gazing at him in the manner of one stricken to the core.
"Isn't your own bridal-trip enough for you, Mr. Finch," he said reproachfully, "that you've got to come butting in on mine?"
"Don't be a fool. My wedding was temporarily postponed."
"I see. And misery loves company, so you start in breaking up my home."
"Nothing of the kind."