'Best love, Louise.'
The lady made a dash at him, inarticulate with rage.
'You--you!'
Miss Bewicke stayed her progress.
'Louise!'
Mr Burton laughed.
'My dearest girl, you can't expect to embrace me before all these people! Propriety forbids.'
When he had disappeared, Mr Dumville gave voice to his sentiments.
'I wish you'd let me kill him!'
Miss Bewicke nodded her head, with an air of the profoundest wisdom, as she laid her little hands on his two arms.