“That little snob!” and the lawyer’s coat-tails gave an expressive flick.
“James Murchison only wants rest. Leave him to Kate; wives are the best physicians often.”
Mr. Carmagee’s keys applauded the remark.
“Taken a cottage on Marley Down, have they?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll recommend a renewal of the honeymoon. Hallo, here comes the sunlight.”
Mr. Porteus romped across the grass to poke his wrinkled face into the oval of the Dutch bonnet.
“Hallo, who says senna to-night? What! Miss Gwendolen Murchison approves of senna!”
“I’ve won that sixpence, godpa.”
“Indeed, sir, I think not.”