4. Has applicant He has heard so. had whooping-cough?
6. Weight. 10 st. 8 lb. (Includes 2.1739 oz. of letters from Suzanne, in left-side breast-pocket at time of weighing.)
7. Can applicant read? No need to. Suzanne so seldom writes.
8. Can applicant write? Yes. Once a week.
9. What are applicant's Not Tory. Conservative. politics? More liberal than the Liberals, less radical than the Radicals.
10. What are applicant's Waiting for Suzanne's pursuits? letters. Until last month, spent leisure studying Spanish history and literature.
11. Personal appearance. Quite as bad as Derlingham photograph. Probably worse.
12. Hair. Brownish-black; or blackish-brown.
18. Does applicant swear? Now and then. Is prepared to give it up.
19. Does applicant drink? Half a bottle of claret twice a day.
20. Does applicant smoke? Not before 1.50 p.m. If Suzanne objects, he confesses that he objects to her objecting.
21. Has applicant a Hates them. But will learn motor-car? to love them if Suzanne does.
22. Additional remarks. Is bad-tempered, impatient, obstinate, and self-opinionated. Has no first-hand knowledge of the time it takes to prepare Byronic (or other) curls o' nights. Has not been in love before. Hasn't a Past. And hasn't a Future either, unless it's to be spent with Suzanne.
I don't know yet what Susan thinks of these documents. She has left them on my table without remark.
At the first glance I didn't like them. They smacked too much of the funny man labouring to be smart. But, after a second reading, I like them. After all, the poor boy couldn't very well sit down with a serious face and write out his own testimonial in cold ink. His wit might be sprightlier: but I begin to discern the gravity underlying it. His way of bringing it in that he has no Past, no entanglements, no old flames, is skilful and considerate. Perhaps this is the very point Susan has been worrying about. Who knows? Perhaps she has been fearing that she isn't the first simple beauty that his lordship has taken by storm. Perhaps she thinks he is an old-style lord, with a pretty taste in milk-maids, and therefore not much better than a new-style lord with a nasty appetite for ladies of the ballet.
Whatever am I to say if Susan asks me what he means by the little bits written up the sides?