“I am certain
you are not one of those dreary fellows one reads of who demands that
their lady friends be in possession of a maidenhead. Mine was taken
by a marrow two years ago.”
“A marrow, Miss Pertwee? The vegetable that the Italians call il
zucchine?”
“The very same.A most particularly bold and impetuous hot-house
marrow. It was quite the ravishment, I can assure you.”
“I consider it no dishonor at all to be preceded by so noble a vegetable.”