"It's done!"
"Oh—I'm scared to death!" gasped Fanny.
"I ain't," he grinned. Proudly he added: "After all, it takes a man to rise to the occasion."
"But if it should turn out wrong?" persisted his wife.
He shook his head incredulously as if such a thing were an utter impossibility. With a shrug of his shoulders he said:
"It's done now and that's all there is to it. I'll bet that by this time Stafford is in his machine and dashing up here like mad. Suppose he should get here before Virginia?"
"That would spoil everything!" exclaimed Fanny.
"Not necessarily," he replied loftily, as if no problem was so difficult that he could not grapple with it. "I'd probably get some kind of an idea in time to save the situation. Leave everything to me."
Fanny, lost in thought, said nothing, while her husband nervously paced the floor. Glancing at the clock, he exclaimed impatiently:
"I wish she'd come. She ought to be here by now—"