said Daphne, her white arms stretched along the back of the sofa. From the opposite side of the fireplace her husband regarded her. Then he turned to me. “D’you hear that?” he said. “I know,” said I. “I can’t help it.” “But she’s actually looking forward. She finds pleasure in anticipation.” “I know,” said I. “It’s painful.” “Painful?” said Berry. “It’s indecent. I’m not sure I oughtn’t to forbid the banns.” “I wish you would,” said I. “I don’t want to be best man. If it goes on as it’s begun, I shall be about thirty pounds down before we’ve finished. That’s tips and taxis alone.” “And then there’s the blackmail.” “I know,” I said gloomily. Daphne picked up an evening paper. Then: “Listen to this,” she said. “‘One of the prettiest weddings of the year will take place on Thursday the 29th, when Mr Peter Lileigh will wed Lady Daffodil Malmorey at St James’s, Piccadilly. The bride-to-be is the youngest of the three beautiful daughters of–’”
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