“Yes, doesn’t he, though?” assented the young man in the same vacuous tones.
“And we are going to take the most valuable away with us to-night!”
Here was information to jar Jove on high Olympus. Travers Gladwin came stark awake with a new and vital interest. There was glowing life in his voice as he said:
“So you are going to take the pictures with you on your honeymoon?”
“Yes, indeed, we are.”
“Won’t that be nice?” was the best Gladwin could do, for he was trying to think along a dozen different lines at the same time.
“We will be gone for ever so long, you know,” volunteered Helen.
“Are you going to take his collection of miniatures?” the young man asked in unconscious admiration of the colossal nerve of the gentleman who had so nonchalantly appropriated his name.
“Miniatures?” asked Helen, wonderingly.