He was thinking over the incident in the luxurious semi-darkness of the electric brougham as they were going homeward, when the clear voice of Dorothea broke in on his meditation.
"Are you going to be married, father?"
The question could not be a surprise to him after the occurrence at the table, but he was not prepared to give an affirmative answer on the spur of the moment.
"What makes you ask?" he inquired, after a second's reflection.
"I heard what Mrs. Bayford said."
"And how should you feel if I were?"
"It would depend."
"On what?"
"On whether or not it was any one I liked."
"That's fair. And if it was some one whom you did like?"