What was clearly a snort came from Nevil where he was sunk in an easy chair.
"Did you say something, Nevil dear?"
The nursery tone clearly intimidated Nevil. "No, Aunt Lin," he said meekly.
But he was not going to escape so easily; the snort had only too clearly been a snort. "I don't grudge you the drink, dear, but is that your third whisky? There is a Traminer for dinner, and you won't taste it at all after that strong stuff. You mustn't get into bad habits if you are going to marry a Bishop's daughter."
"I am not going to marry Rosemary."
Miss Bennet stared, aghast. "Not!"
"I would as soon marry a Public Assistance Board."
"But, Nevil!"
"I would as soon marry a radio set." Robert remembered Kevin's remark about Rosemary giving birth to nothing but a gramophone record. "I would as soon marry a crocodile." Since Rosemary was very pretty Robert supposed that «crocodile» had something to do with tears. "I would as soon marry a soap-box." Marble Arch, Robert supposed. "I would as soon marry the Ack-Emma." That seemed to be final.
"But Nevil, dear, why!"