No More Learning

He's going to be married in a few weeks. Markyn told me
at the Judge's this evening. It's pukka.

Anthony. You don't say so? Holy Moses! There'll be a shine in the tents
of Kedar.

Curtiss. 'Regiment cut up rough, think you?

Anthony. 'Don't know anything about the Regiment.

Mackesy. It is bigamy, then?

Anthony. Maybe.
Do you mean to say that you men have forgotten, or is
there more charity in the world than I thought?

Doone. You don't look pretty when you are trying to keep a secret. You
bloat. Explain.

Anthony. Mrs. Herriott!

Blayne. (After a long pause, to the room generally. ) It's my notion that
we are a set of fools.

Mackesy. Nonsense. That business was knocked on the head last season.
Why, young Mallard--

Anthony. Mallard was a candlestick, paraded as such.