But I've got to see her first and talk it all over--" "'Pon my word, old chap, she's ripping, awfully good sort, even though I say it myself.

She's true blue, and she'll do anything for me.

You see, Brock," and his voice grew very tender, "she loves me.

I'm sure of her.
There isn't a nobler wife in the world than mine.

Nor a prettier one, either," he concluded, with fine pride in his eyes.