"Hatter, three pounds."
"Three pounds?" Edith looked amazed.
"That's your fault. I bought a new hat for your wedding. Not only was I
best, but best-dressed man. I wore beautiful clothes to hide a breaking
heart."
Edith smiled. "A beautiful hat was perhaps superfluous," she suggested.
"They are worn so little in church. Are there any more?"
"Plenty. Hatter, three pounds; Glover, one pound----"
"What for?"
"Gloves. Need I go through the sad list?"