"I will brave the danger."
"There is none. I have found my goddess."
The door opened suddenly, and Bob Territon entered at the very moment when Eugene was sealing his vow of homage. Bob was pleased to be playful. Holding his hands before his face, he turned and pretended to fly.
"Come in, old man," cried Eugene, "and congratulate me!"
"Oh! you have fixed it, have you?"
"We have. Don't you think we shall do very well together?"
Bob stood regarding them, his hands in his pockets.
"Yes," he said at length, "I think you will. There's a pair of you."
And he could never be persuaded to explain this utterance. But it is to be feared that the thought underlying it was one not over-complimentary to the happy lovers. And Bob knew them both very well.