'No, he's rather quiet. I don't know that I want a husband who's so brilliant. I think he'll make a vey good background. He's quite good-looking and he has nice manners.' 'My God, Betty.' 'Oh, don't be idiotic, Humphrey.' 'Are you going to pretend you're in love with him?' 'I think it would be tactful, don't you?' 'Why are you going to marry him?' She looked at him cooly. 'He's got pots of money. I'm nearly twenty-six.' There was nothing much more to be said. He drove her back to her aunt's house.'