“We ran on down to Old Point Comfort, and the chaplain at the fort married us that same night.”
The two men shook hands.
“After we left Old Point,” went on Danton, “we cruised about a bit, got mussed up by the storm, and ran in here. And then you—you and Betty appeared.”
His emphasis brought a penetrating look from Fessenden.
“You said you were telling me a parable. You don’t mean—surely you can’t—Betty!”
“I do.”
“Do you dare to think——”
“I don’t think anything. What I say is that my case furnishes a parallel to yours.”
“Speak out, man! What! You mean you think I ought to marry her?”
“Well, then—yes.”