"Frank'll put the shilling on his watch-chain, after it's been shown with all the other wedding-presents. What are you going to give me, Mr. Dick?"
"I shall design a piece of emblematic jewelry," said Dick very gravely. "When's the wedding to be?"
"Well, we hadn't settled. Lord Talgarth wouldn't make up his mind. I suppose next summer some time."
"Miss Jenny—"
"Yes?"
"Tell me—quite seriously—what you'd do if there was a real row—a permanent one, I mean—between Frank and my uncle?"
"Dear Mr. Dick—don't talk so absurdly. I tell you there's not going to be a row. I'm going to see to that myself."
"But suppose there was?"
Jenny stood up abruptly.
"I tell you I'm a very sensible person, and I'm not going to imagine absurdities. What do you want me to say? Do you want me to strike an attitude and talk about love in a cottage?"