“It sounds like going to have your tonsils cut,” laughed Connie. “Will it be an effort?”

He looked at her admiringly. “Well, Lady Chatterley, somehow it will! I find⁠ ⁠… excuse me⁠ ⁠… I find I can’t marry an Englishwoman, not even an Irishwoman.⁠ ⁠…”

“Try an American,” said Clifford.

“Oh, American!” he laughed a hollow laugh. “No, I’ve asked my man if he will find me a Turk or something⁠ ⁠… something nearer to the Oriental.”