Wants money, I suppose?
Who's the father ?" "I don't know." "Well, but--damn it all!--somebody knows." Sir Harry reached for the bottle and refilled his glass.
"The one thing I know is that Honoria--Mrs.George, I mean--has heard about it, and suspects me." Sir Harry lifted his glass and glanced at him over the rim.
"That's the devil.

Does she, now ?" He sipped.

"She hasn't been herself for a day or two--this explains it.

I thought it was change of air she wanted.

She's in the deuce of a rage, you bet." "She is," said Taffy grimly.
"There's no prude like your young married woman.