"And you'll never bring Hilda out like this again.

Dear me, Mac, the girl couldn't possibly be better, you know." MacConnell grunted.

"She'll do well enough if she keeps her pace and doesn't go off on us in the middle of the season, as she's more than like to do." He nodded curtly and made for the door, dodging acquaintances as he went.
"Poor old Hugh," Mainhall murmured.

"He's hit terribly hard.

He's been wanting to marry Hilda these three years and more.