“Do you know what the first line from my favourite book is?” I said to my husband, while he was putting on his socks.
“Go on,” said he. He wasn’t interested. He isn’t interested in my books.
“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.”
I didn’t expect him to heed what I said. I just wanted to brag.
“Ah,” he stood up and took both my hands in his, a grave expression on his face but his eyes as merry as you please. “And when that man with a good fortune claims a wife as his own,” he paused, for effect, I think,