"My best man will serve."
"Who is he?"
Kingsland laughed.
"Wait and see," he said. "He's an old friend of yours. Anything else?"
"Yes, two things. Keep a still tongue in your head, and have the bride there to the minute."
"I promise. Belle, you're the best friend a man ever had."
"Not at all. I'm only doing you a service—for a service in return."
"What is that?"
"I don't know, I'm sure; but any woman who lives the life I do is sure, some day, to want a friend who is sufficiently in her debt—to—well, do anything that may be needful. You understand?"
"Done!" he cried, and wrung her hand.