“You’re not going to do that?” he cried apprehensively.
“And play the goosiest kind of gooseberry? Indeed, I’m not!”
“What comes next? Am I to meet the turtledoves?”
“If you don’t, it will look suspicious.”
“So it will. Let’s get it over with, then. I’ll risk a small bet that after meeting Sir Montrose Veyze once, they won’t care to repeat the experience.”
“What are you going to do to them?”
“Treat them to an exhibition of British hauteur and superiority.”
“Hasn’t that sort of thing rather gone out since the war?”
“Not in the family into which you’ve married, my dear young lady. With the Veyzes nothing ever comes in and nothing ever goes out. Don’t you think that would be a good line to spring on them?” he added with animation.
“You mustn’t be too horrid,” enjoined Darcy. “I don’t want them to think I’m marrying a—a—”