“Dear old Daddy,” she said, “he’ll make a fearful fuss. You are not with the Kent militia, are you?’ ‘West Kent, yes. If you’ve got anything to say, you must say it to your aunt—” “But look here, daddy!” He flapped the Times at her with an imperious gesture. It’s—it’s a social difference. . . “Don’t you have a wife? Where are your children?” She asked. Twice we hired caterers. It simply doesn’t count. It must have cut him.
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