“She’s made the most gorgeous fools of us all,” I said.
“She’s made a pretty considerable fool of me, I would have you observe,” remarked Mr Barnaby.
“She’s a marvellous woman and you’re right to be proud of her.
I always said she was priceless.
She realized the passion for romance that beats in every British heart and she’s given us exactly what we wanted. I wouldn’t betray her for worlds.”
“It’s all very fine for you, sir.
London may have gained a wonderful hostess, but I’m beginning to think that I have lost a perfectly good wife.”
“The only place for One-Bullet Mike is the great open West.
My dear Mr Barnaby, there is only one course open to you now.
You must continue to disappear.”
“I’m very much obliged to you.” I thought he replied with a good deal of acidity.