"My wife—I am still speaking of my second wife. My first, poor soul, is dead—sicks this Hunstanton guy on to me, and for financial reasons, darn it, I am unable to give him the good soak on the nose to which all my better instincts urge me. And guess what she's got into her head now."
"I can't imagine."
"She wants Molly to marry the fellow."
"I should not advise that," said George seriously. "No, no, I am strongly opposed to that. So many of these Anglo-American marriages turn out unhappily."
"I am a man of broad sympathies and a very acute sensibility," began Mr. Waddington, apropos, apparently, of nothing.
"Besides," said George, "I did not like the man's looks."
"What man?"
"Lord Hunstanton."
"Don't talk of that guy! He gives me a pain in the neck."
"Me, too," said George. "And I was saying...."