Have you ever heard the fable of Dick Whittington ?" "Married his employer's daughter, of course.

What's she like, Arnold?
Have you seen her?
Did you save her life?
When are you going to see her again ?" Chetwode was already on his knees, dragging out an old trunk from underneath the faded cupboard.

Suddenly he paused with a gesture of despair.
"Alas!" he exclaimed.

"My dream fades away.

Old Weatherley was married only last year.