'Up to the neck.
'My dear chap, I am sorry. What are you going to do about it?
'I've done the only thing: I've announced my engagement.
'That'll please Flossie.
'Oh, yes, she's as pleased as hell about it, damn her nasty little eyes.
'What did the old man say?
'Baffled him a bit, old boy. He's just thinking things out at the moment. Well, I expect everything'll be all right.
'I don't see why it shouldn't be.
'Well, there is a reason. I don't think I told you before, but fact is, I'm married already.
That evening Paul received a summons from the Doctor. He wore a double‑breasted dinner-jacket, which he smoothed uneasily over his hips at Paul's approach. He looked worried and old.