The way Mr. darling won her was this: the many gentlemen who had boys when she was a girl discovered simultaneously that they loved her and they all ran to her house to propose to her except Mr. Darling , who took a cab and nipped in first, and so he got her. He got all of her, except the innermost box and the kiss. He never knew about the box, and in time he gave up trying for the kiss. Wendy thought Napoleon could have got it, but I can picture him trying, and then going off in a passion, slamming the door.
Mr. Darling used to boast to Wendy that her mother not only loved him but respected him. He was one of those deep ones who know about stocks and shares. Of course on really knows, but he quite seemed to know, and he often said stocks were up and shares were down in a way that would have made any woman respect him.