And she wants to get married, and I think myself we might as well get married next year.
But at this rate--" "A fine mess of a marriage it would be," replied his mother.

"I should consider it again, my boy." "Oh, well, I've gone too far to break off now," he said, "and so I shall get married as soon as I can." "Very well, my boy.

If you will, you will, and there's no stopping you; but I tell you, I can't sleep when I think about it." "Oh, she'll be all right, mother.

We shall manage." "And she lets you buy her underclothing ?" asked the mother.
"Well," he began apologetically, "she didn't ask me; but one morning--and it WAS cold--I found her on the station shivering, not able to keep still; so I asked her if she was well wrapped up.

She said: 'I think so.' So I said: 'Have you got warm underthings on ?' And she said: 'No, they were cotton.' I asked her why on earth she hadn't got something thicker on in weather like that, and she said because she HAD nothing.