"But you can't marry her."
"I don't know."
"What! Don't be an ass!" Darwen turned and gazed at him in amazement.
"You see she appeals to me in so many ways."
"How? She's handsome, that's all!"
"That's only the beginning, she's so very fit, and so full of pluck. You see, if I have any kids I want 'em to be sportsmen, to play rugger and that sort of thing."
Darwen laughed aloud. "How old are you, Carstairs?"
"Twenty-three."
"I thought you were fifty."
"Alright, but you've got a lot to thank your mater for."