The girl was the sister of Dolph Reynolds, whom he had met in London.
“Yes, sir,” said Jack. “We didn’t invite you to the wedding, as it took place rather suddenly on the other side of the pond. I hope you’ll pardon us for the failure to notify you, but we decided to do so in person.”
“Diamond,” said Frank heartily, as he grasped the hand of his college comrade, “I offer you my most sincere congratulations. I think you are a lucky dog.”
The English girl was blushing and laughing.
“You do not congratulate me,” she said. “And you know I had to make an explanation before he would come back to me after he became jealous of my cousin.”
“I’ll reserve my congratulations,” said Merry smilingly, “till I find that he has made you a good husband.”
“Merriwell, I think that right mean of you!” Diamond exclaimed, somewhat nettled. “Your words and manner are calculated to arouse distrust and suspicion in her mind. Do you think that quite fair?”
“Perhaps not,” confessed Frank, seeing how seriously Jack took it. “Far be it from me to arouse anything of the sort by words spoken in jest.”
The Virginian breathed easier.
“Now we’re so nicely introduced all round, let’s try to be real jappy and holly—I mean happy and jolly,” said Harry Rattleton. “Hasn’t any girl married me yet?”