Mrs. Insoley.
And I trust you never touch green peas.
Archibald.
Ah, there you have me. Even the saints had their weaknesses. I confess that when green peas are in season I always put on flesh.
Mrs. Insoley.
You want some one to keep a firm hand on you. You must marry.
Archibald.
I saw you approaching that topic by leaps and bounds, mother.
Mrs. Insoley.
It’s a clergyman’s duty to marry.