"Poor boy!"
I sighed heavily as I opened the accounts.
"Here we are," I said. "Tailor, thirty pounds."
I paused and again sighed.
"Hatter, three pounds."
"Three pounds?" Edith looked amazed.
"That's your fault. I bought a new hat for your wedding. Not only was I best, but best-dressed man. I wore beautiful clothes to hide a breaking heart."
Edith smiled. "A beautiful hat was perhaps superfluous," she suggested. "They are worn so little in church. Are there any more?"
"Plenty. Hatter, three pounds; Glover, one pound——"
"What for?"