One who truly lives is one who suffers but who can rejoice in the happiness of others.

I stood as "Best Man" to Wellington-Jones. He asked me to do so, and when I found I was being released on convalescent leave I rang him up and told him when I would be in Twillingsgate.

Miss Rutledge was a vision of loveliness and her eyes sparkled like the antique diamond that was placed upon her finger. After the ceremony she kissed me on the cheek.

For all of our differences, Wellington-Jones and I both have Miss Rut...sorry, Penelope's...welfare and happiness at heart. I have made it quite clear to Wellington-Jones that it would certainly be in his best interests to insure her future welfare and happiness. He need only remember what happened not too very long ago on Malcolm Bugeroll.

And now, another brandy.