Marg. Because it's been arranged we're to be married in the morning, hasn't it?
Clem. Quite so.
Marg. I am so happy. [Embraces him.] Now, where shall we spend our honeymoon?
Clem. I take it we're agreed. Aren't we? On the estate.
Marg. Oh, of course, later. Aren't we going to take in the Riviera, as a preliminary tidbit?
Clem. AS for that, it all depends on the Handicap. If we win—
Marg. Surest thing!
Clem. And besides, in April the Riviera's not at all good ton.
Marg. Is that your reason?
Clem. Of course it is, my love. In your former way of life, there were so few opportunities for your getting a clear idea of fashion—Pardon me, but whatever there was, you must admit, really had its origin in the comic journals.