His lordship will cheer up wonderfully when he sees what I’ve brought him.” “No exotic animals, I hope,” said Benedict. “He will tell you his family is menagerie enough.” “It isn’t an exotic animal,” Rupert said. “No mummies,” said Benedict. “Mother dislikes the smell.” “As do I,” Rupert said. “It isn’t a mummy.” “I refuse to play guessing games,” Benedict said. “You may tell me or not at your leisure. I, meanwhile, had better go in ahead and prepare our parents for your resurrection.” He turned away. “It’s a wife,” Rupert said. Benedict turned back. “Whose wife?” he said.
I guffawed
