In your position, you are almost bound to marry." "Oh, of course," said Peter.

He released his hand gently, in order to stroke the cherished moustache.

"But I shall put off the evil day as long as possible, like my father did." "I see," said Lady Mary.

She smiled faintly.
"And when it _does_ arrive," said Peter, "my wife will just have to understand that she comes second.

I've no notion of being led by the nose by any woman, particularly a young woman.