Yet that might be
only the result of practice; she had looked at him in a merry defiance as
the last words left her lips.
"And you get other people to try your things too," pursued Morewood.
"Look here, you don't mean me, do you?" Jimmy Benyon put in. "Because I'm
not trying Fanny; on the contrary, she's trying me."
"What, already?" asked Dick with exaggerated apprehension. "What'll it be
when you're married?"
"Ah," said Morewood, "now what is it when you're married? Does any duly
qualified person wish to answer the question?" His mischievous glance
rested again on May Quisante.
"Oh, marriage is all right," said Dick, raising his voice to allow his
wife to hear. "At least it's not so bad as things go in this world. It's
giving a shilling and getting back eleven-pence."
There was a little murmur of applause. "I declare every married person at
the table seems to endorse the opinion," said Marchmont with a laugh.
"We'll keep our shillings, I think, Morewood."
"You'd better wait till somebody offers you change," advised Lady
Richard.
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