“It is a serious matter,” said Jack. “You may think the inquiry is an impertinent one and refuse to answer for that reason.”
“Well,” said Clarence, “as you stand about four inches taller than I do, and weigh about forty pounds more, I don’t think I shall resort to personal violence even if my feelings are injured.”
“Well,” said Jack, “I think we understand each other, so I will ask you the question in the bluntest possible way. Are you in love with Miss Renville, or are you likely to be, and is it probable that you will ever ask her to become your wife?”
“Well,” said Clarence, with a laugh, “that’s not one question, that’s three, but fortunately I can answer all with one little word—No. Now, Mr. De Vinne, will you allow me to ask you a question?”
“Why, certainly,” said Jack, whose face showed that Clarence’s reply to his question had greatly pleased him.
“Well,” began Clarence, “Mr. Jack De Vinne, I would like to ask you if you are in love with Miss Renville, or if not, are you likely to be, and is there any probability of your ever asking her to become your wife?”
“Fortunately,” said Jack, “I can answer you with a monosyllable—Yes.”
Clarence extended his hand. “Shake, old boy! Go ahead and win.”
“I have been talking to your father,” said Jack, “and although what he told me does not lessen my love for Miss Renville in any way, it must postpone our happiness. He says his ward is very poor.”
Involuntarily, Clarence gave a loud whistle.