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presence at our weekly assembly. Are they all in, dear? Mr. Chipping and Herr Staefel aren’t. Ah, yes, Chipping is waiting for his wife, I believe. Chipping’s what? His wife. Surprising, isn’t it? Flabbergasting. Who on earth? Who, indeed, huh? That’s the question we’ve all been asking ever since we heard the news. She’s had a little difficulty choosing the right dress. We’re very late. Well, I can’t help it, Max. Don’t look so solemn. No one’s ever late for assembly. I’m fully aware of it. It’s someone he met on one of his excursions game game to the ancient ruins of Pompeii. Something of an ancient ruin herself. no doubt. No, not necessarily, dear. Oh, God, he looked at his watch. In years at Brookfield, I’ve never once been late for weekly assembly, Max. If this is going to be the future pattern of my life game Oh, dear fellow. I do hope you’ve been wise. Of course I’ve been wise, you old idiot. A pretty face is not everything, you know, dearest old fellow. There are so many questions of temperament and suitability. Suitability? That’s a horrible word. It isn’t even in the dictionary. It’s in Webster. Oh, Webster. Are you implying she isn’t suitable for me? No. I’m simply wondering if she’s suitable as your wife. Here she is. Oh, I’m so sorry, darling. Is this all light? Yes. We must hurry, the headmaster’s waiting. This is Max Staefel, my closest friend. Oh, Chips has told me so much about you game game but, well, I expected someone far older and much less handsome. We must go. An ancient ruin, did you say, my dear? This isn’t a joke, is it? Chipping’s plainly lost all sense of proportion. Some people might think he’d found it. This gill is Chipping’s wife? We must assume so. Why, do you know her? Oh, do forgive us. My wife had a little difficulty choosing her dress. Well, it’s not my fault, it’s Chips. I put on six dresses before he approved. And he approved of that one, hm? I’m so terribly sorry about being late. Chips tells me it’s as bad as being off your big number. I don’t quite understand that allusion, Mrs.