I advanced, in a common-sense tone, that, surely, in the matter of marriage a man had only himself to please.
Mrs.Fyne received this without the flutter of an eyelid.

Fyne's masculine breast, as might have been expected, was pierced by that old, regulation shaft.

He grunted most feelingly.

I turned to him with false simplicity.

"Don't you agree with me ?" "The very thing I've been telling my wife," he exclaimed in his extra- manly bass.