"I think—he would make—anyone feel that way—too," intercepted Allan John quite amazingly. In three days surely it was the only voluntary statement he had made, and everybody turned suddenly to stare at him. But it was only too evident from the persistent haggardness of his expression that he had no slightest intention in the world of pursuing his unexpected volubility.
"And it isn't just his good looks either!" resumed the Bride as soon as she had recovered from her own astonishment at the interpolation.
"Oh, something, very different," mused Ann Woltor. "The queer little sense he gives you of—of wires humming! Whether you like him or not that queer little sense of 'wires humming' that all really creative people give you! As though—as though—they were being rather specially re-charged all the time from the Main Battery!"
"The 'Main Battery,'" puzzled the Bridegroom, "being——?"
"Why God,—of course!" said the Bride with a vague sort of surprise.
"When women talk mechanics and religion in the same breath," laughed the Bridegroom, "it certainly——"
"I was talking neither mechanics nor religion," affirmed the Bride, with the faintest possible tinge of asperity.
"Oh, of course, anyone can see," admitted the Bridegroom, "that Kennilworth is a clever chap."
"Clever as the deuce!" acquiesced George Keets.
With an impatient tap of her foot the May Girl turned suddenly back from the window.