“I congratulate you, my dear,” said Mr. Round, shaking her kindly by the hand. “I’ve heard of that exploit of yours. The road is your debtor more than I can say. I hate to think what would have happened if it hadn’t been for you.”
“I take the credit of this match,” added Mr. Schofield, laughing. “I told Allan it was the only proper thing to do.”
“I’d already arrived at the same conclusion,” said Allan, “and we’d just settled it when you called up.”
“Well,” said Mr. Round, with another glance at Mamie’s rosy face, “I think you’re to be congratulated too, Allan. You seem to have a knack of falling on your feet. When is it to take place?”
“Next month,” answered Allan, boldly, without even glancing at Mamie.
That young lady opened her lips and stared at him in astonishment, but closed them again without speaking.
“Where are you going for the honeymoon?”
“Oh, we haven’t decided. We haven’t much money to spend on a honeymoon, you know.”
“Have you thought of California?”
“Of California? No, nor of the moon,” answered Allan, with a laugh. “Palm Beach, maybe, if we can get transportation.”