She wants me to marry him--I don't know, I'm sure....

Whilst she's so bad I don't feel I could take any interest in love-making--and I suppose we _should_ make love in a perfunctory way--We're all of us so bound by conventions.

We try to feel dismal at funerals, when often the weather is radiant and the ride down to Brookwood most exhilarating.
And love-making is supposed to go with marriage ...

heigh-ho! What should you say if I _did_ marry--Major Armstrong...?
Did you ever hear of such a ridiculous name as Petworth?
I should have to call him 'Pet' and every one would think I had gone sentimental in middle age.

How _can_ parents be so unthinking about Christian names?
He can't see the thing as I do; it is almost the only subject on which he is 'huffy.' _You_ are the other, about which more anon.