Edgar Jepson

“ But you may as well bear in mind that Ronald's going to marry Lady Marion."
"I don't think you'll get him to," said Pollyooly quickly but dispassionately. "He says she's such a little duff—" Her natural politeness stopped the word on her tongue. "They—they don't get on well together."
"They'll have to!" said the duke stormily.
Pollyooly said nothing; but she did not look hopeful.
The duke waited for a word of encouragement. It did not come. He crumpled up the telegram, threw it into the grate, and said:
"But the real question is: will Ronald keep the secret? Will he be able to?" ”

“ Ronald and I couldn't get married if I didn't."
"I keep telling you that he's going to marry Marion," said the duke very firmly indeed.
His insistence on this fact did not seem to impair Pollyooly's cheerful serenity, for after a thoughtful pause she skipped again and said:
"Oh, well: if I'm actually on the stage, I expect it would be all right. There must be other heirs of peers." ”

“ Then she said:
"And anyhow when the Lump gets bigger, I shall want a lot of money. There'll be his clothes, and his schooling. I don't want him to go to a board school—not in London. Such children go there—Aunt Hannah said so, and so does Mrs. Brown. But there must be schools where they wouldn't charge very much."
"Oh—ah—of course, you'll want money for that," said the duke heavily.
Pollyooly gave a little skip as of one removing an unpleasant matter from her mind, and said cheerfully:
"And anyhow I should have to go on the stage. ”