"No! I do not think much of it! Good God! You go out of my hotel--MY
hotel--calling it all the names you could think of--roasting it to
beat the band--"

"Trifle hasty!" murmured Archie, apologetically. "Spoke without
thinking. Dashed tap had gone DRIP-DRIP-DRIP all night--kept me
awake--hadn't had breakfast--bygones be bygones--!"

"Don't interrupt! I say, you go out of my hotel, knocking it as no
one has ever knocked it since it was built, and you sneak straight
off and marry my daughter without my knowledge."

"Did think of wiring for blessing. Slipped the old bean, somehow.
You know how one forgets things!"

"And now you come back and calmly expect me to fling my arms round
you and kiss you, and support you for the rest of your life!"

"Only while I'm nosing about and buzzing to and fro."

"Well, I suppose I've got to support you. There seems no way out of
it. I'll tell you exactly what I propose to do. You think my hotel
is a pretty poor hotel, eh? Well, you'll have plenty of opportunity
of judging, because you're coming to live here. I'll let you have a
suite and I'll let you have your meals, but outside of that--nothing
doing! Nothing doing! Do you understand what I mean?"

"Absolutely! You mean, 'Napoo!'"