'You don't want a soul today, my boy,' said Marshall. 'It'd be in your
road.'
'Christ! Marshall, go and talk to somebody else,' cried Gerald, with
sudden impatience.
'By God, I'm willing,' said Marshall, in a temper. 'Too much bloody
soul and talk altogether--'
He withdrew in a dudgeon, Gerald staring after him with angry eyes,
that grew gradually calm and amiable as the stoutly-built form of the
other man passed into the distance.
'There's one thing, Lupton,' said Gerald, turning suddenly to the
bridegroom. 'Laura won't have brought such a fool into the family as
Lottie did.'
'Comfort yourself with that,' laughed Birkin.
'I take no notice of them,' laughed the bridegroom.
'What about this race then--who began it?' Gerald asked.
'We were late. Laura was at the top of the churchyard steps when our
cab came up. She saw Lupton bolting towards her. And she fled. But why
do you look so cross? Does it hurt your sense of the family dignity?'
'It does, rather,' said Gerald.
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