Fred looked wistful. 'Ah, what a picture of bliss! D'you know, I'm tired of being a bachelor. It has its advantages but the fact is I'm a domesticated fellow. I want to be married, feel secure and comfortable, have a lovely, doting woman always there for me, my children about me, glass of whisky by my side and a comfortable bed to retire to with my missus.'
Henry gave a hearty laugh. 'You think Miss Farnham would make a good wife? Well, I think she'd rule the roost. She's a temperamental young woman in my opinion. Don't you see that flash in her eye? She's the plate-throwing sort, I'll wager you,'
'Ah, but I like that flash in her eye. That's what intrigues me. I need a spirited girl. I confess to being a lazy fellow and she'd wake me up in no time.'
'She'd wake you up all right. And you're right; you do need a kick up the backside.'
'Thanks a lot. However, I take your point. Opposites attract, they say, and therein lies my hope. But how, in God's name, to set about it?'