“She told you that a long time ago. It’s time you were advancing. Making beds! Well, I never thought you would have given me away like that, Sunbeam.”
She only laughed, as did Moonbeam, and they stood with their arms round each other lovingly.
“Well, now, tell me something of Genius that is plebeian and paltry. I feel such an undeniable jealousy rising within me that I shall not be able to battle with it long,” observed Philemon.
“I’ve only known him since yesterday, so I can’t tell you anything,” returned Sunbeam.
“You said he was your brother.”
“He’s my brother-in-law.”
“Vestasian?” said Philemon, and stepped back so quickly, and cast such a sharp, piercing eye on me, that I wondered, and then felt some explanation might be needed.
“It is a purely imaginary relationship,” I remarked. “I am neither Sunbeam’s brother nor her brother-in-law, neither am I Vestasian.”
“I did not catch your name,” he hinted.
“They call me Genius.”