"Come along then. I have put in a good day and am conscience-clear."
Cary began to pile up his books.
"I have only about a fortnight more," Captain Hawthorne said slowly.
Cary changed his coat and locked his desk. "Well?" as the caller was watching him earnestly.
"Adams, do you mean—do you expect to marry your cousin?" Hawthorne asked abruptly.
"My cousin? Betty or Doris?"
"Doris."
"Why—no, I never thought of it. And I have a sight of work to do before I marry."
"Then—I suppose you never suspected such a thing—but I am in love with her."
"In love with Doris! Why, she's just a child."