"How do you propose to support Lucille, anyway?"

Archie ran a finger round the inside of his collar. He felt
embarrassed, His father-in-law was opening up all kinds of new lines
of thought.

"Well, there, old bean," he admitted, frankly, "you rather have me!"
He turned the matter over for a moment. "I had a sort of idea of, as
it were, working, if you know what I mean."

"Working at what?"

"Now, there again you stump me somewhat! The general scheme was that
I should kind of look round, you know, and nose about and buzz to
and fro till something turned up. That was, broadly speaking, the
notion!"

"And how did you suppose my daughter was to live while you were
doing all this?"

"Well, I think," said Archie, "I THINK we rather expected YOU to
rally round a bit for the nonce!"

"I see! You expected to live on me?"

"Well, you put it a bit crudely, but--as far as I had mapped
anything out--that WAS what you might call the general scheme of
procedure. You don't think much of it, what? Yes? No?"

Mr. Brewster exploded.