The Lady from Long Acre
 There was another pause, while Guy, crumbling a bit of bread between his fingers, regarded his cousin with a thoughtful scrutiny. 

 "As far as I can see, Tony," he said, "there is only one thing that's the least likely to do you any good. You want a complete change in your life—something that will wake you up to a sense of duty and responsibility. I think you ought to get married." 

 Tony, who was helping himself to a glass of champagne, paused abruptly in the middle of that engaging occupation. 

 "How remarkable!" he exclaimed.  "Only yesterday Aunt Fanny made exactly the same suggestion. It must be something in the spring air." 

 "I don't always agree with Aunt Fanny," said Guy, "but I think that for once in a way she was giving you excellent advice. A good wife would make a tremendous difference in your life." 

 "Tremendous!" assented Tony with a shudder. "I should probably have to give up smoking in bed and come down to breakfast every morning." 

 "You would be all the better for it," said Guy firmly.  "I was thinking, however, more of your general outlook on things. Marriage with the right woman might make you realize that your position carries with it certain duties that you ought to regard both as a privilege and a pleasure." 

 "Is going into Parliament one of them?" asked Tony. 

 "Certainly. As a large landowner you are just the type of man who is badly wanted in the House of Commons." 

 "They must be devilish hard up for legislators," said Tony.  "Still, if you and Henry have made up your minds, I expect I shall have to do it."  He paused.  "I don't think I should like to be the member for Balham North though," he added reflectively.  "It sounds like the sort of place where a chorus girl's mother would live." 

 Any defence of the constituency which Guy may have had to offer was cut short by the re-entrance of Spalding. 

 "The car is at the door, sir," he observed. 

 "Aren't you going to finish your dinner?" inquired Guy, as Tony pushed back his chair. 

 The latter shook his head.  "I never eat much before a fight," he said.  "It prevents my getting properly excited."  He got up from his seat. "Besides," he added, "I 
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