"You weren't by any chance thinking of advertising our gift or contribution or whatever you like to call it in the Daily Mail ?" "Heaven forbid, my dear," Sir Anthony replied warmly; and he stood, his hands under his coat-tails and his gaitered legs apart, regarding her with the air of a cock-sparrow accused of murdering his young, or a sensitive jockey repudiating a suggestion of crooked riding.

"Heaven forbid!" he repeated.

"Such an idea never entered my head." "Then where does the vanity come in ?" asked Lady Fenimore.
They had their little argument.

I lit a cigarette and let them argue.
In such cases, every married couple has its own queer and private and particular and idiosyncratic way of coming to an agreement.

The third party who tries to foist on it his own suggestion of a way is an imbecile.