He leaned his arms on the table, and his head on his arms.
“Well,” I said, “how did you get to know her?”
“Business,” he muttered, “pure business. I just answered her advertisement—took her some of my twaddle. She’s an orphan—daughter of a Captain Gray, navy man; and—and she’s an angel.”
“I hope he is,” I answered. “But anyhow, that settles it. There’s no marrying and giving in marriage in heaven.”
He looked up.
“You don’t mean it? No! you dearest and most indulgent of old Dads! Tell me where she is.”
I rose.
“I may be all that; but I’m not such a fool. I shall see her to-morrow. Give me till after then.”
“O, you perfect saint!”
“I promise absolutely nothing.”