'I should think so! Genuine article—no mistake.'
'Then what was all this about?'
'All my fault. Some rhodomontade of mine about not letting her marry had cast anchor in her dear little ridiculous heart, and it is well I turned up before she had quite dissolved herself away.'
'Is that really all?'
'The sum total of the whole, as sure as—' said Harry, pausing for an asseveration, and ending with 'as sure as your name is Dick May;' whereat they both fell a-laughing, though they were hardly drops of laughter that Harry brushed from the weather-marked pucker in the comer of his eyes; and Dr. May gave a sigh of relief, and said, 'Well, that's right!'
'Where's the latch-key? I must run down and put Cheviot out of his misery.'
'It is eleven o'clock, he'll be gone to bed.'
'Then I would forbid the banns. Where does he hang out? Has he got into old Hoxton's?'
'No, it is being revivified. He is at Davis's lodgings. But I advise you not, a little suspense will do him good.'
'One would think you had never been in love,' said Harry, indignantly. 'At least, I can't sleep till I've shaken hands with the old fellow. Good night, father. I'll not be long.'