“No—did you finally break the bank?”
“Damn the bank! I want to talk to you seriously.”
“All right; fire ahead. But sit down, won’t you?”
Davis sat down and looked about the room for a moment, as though trying to find a place to begin.
“I had another talk with mother this morning,” he said finally.
“About Miss Fayard?”
“Yes. She got quite violent—says she has other plans for me—that she’ll tie up all my money.”
“I know,” said Selden, smiling. “She wants you to marry the Princess Anna.”
“My God!” groaned Davis, his face turning pale with horror. “That—that—why, she’s got a moustache, Selden! No; I won’t do it! Look here, you’ve got to help me. I’ve done my part.”
“Suppose you tell me about that first,” Selden suggested.