“This, Uncle Isaac, is Mr. Guiseppi Dempsi—you remember how often I have spoken of him.”
Her steely glance was unnecessary. Gordon remembered.
“I thought he was dead.” So intense were his feelings that his voice dropped to a deep base.
It startled even himself.
“But I am alive! Rejoice, Uncle Isaac! Your little Wopsy is alive! I have come back from the shades! A syren’s sweet magic brought me across the world, yea, even through the shadows....”
He pointed with his whole hand to Diana and then.
“My bride!” he said tremendously.
Gordon looked from one to the other. “Dempsi ... bride ... bride Dempsi....”
“Perfectly ridiculous,” said Gordon and quailed under a fiendish glare from Diana.
But Mr. Dempsi was too happy to find anything in the interruption but a piece of rare good humour.