Freddy nodded.

“What do you mean?”

“He asked me for my permission also.”

She exclaimed: “How very odd of him!”

“Why so?” asked the son and heir. “Why shouldn't my permission be asked?”

“What do you know about Lucy or girls or anything? What ever did you say?”

“I said to Cecil, 'Take her or leave her; it's no business of mine!'“

“What a helpful answer!” But her own answer, though more normal in its wording, had been to the same effect.

“The bother is this,” began Freddy.