Bertie: So! It appears that you've gone and got engaged to the Gussie.

Angela: Quite right. We're in love.

Bertie: Oh, come now, Angela. Gussie's... Gussie's a splendid chap in many ways... if you've got a sick newt on your hands, well, Gussie's just the fellow to tell you what to do until the doctor comes. But honestly, old thing, you could fling bricks by the half hour in England's most densely populated districts without hitting one girl willing to become Mrs. Fink-Nottle without general anesthetic.