“I didn’t mean to frighten you earlier. I didn’t know about your…” “Issue?” I fill in. “It’s all right. You couldn’t have known. But you do see why Mrs. Pimms is so certain that this match would be a terrible one. You could do much better with another bride, I’m sure.” One who won’t cringe away from you every time you come near. One who would be only too happy to marry a male as large as you, because I’m certain you’re quite proportionate all over.
