“Or insurance!”
“Still less.”
“And,” she said happily, “you’re a good enough risk for me.”
Then they went into executive session and decided that insurance doctors didn’t know anything, anyway. But they did not forget Dave Murray, and they did not let Dave Murray forget them: he heard from them indirectly in the most annoying ways. His wife informed him less than a week later that she had met Miss Greer at a reception.
“A most extraordinary girl!” his wife remarked. “I can’t understand her at all. She asked me in a most ingenuous way if I ever had noticed any indications of heart murmur about you.
“‘Never,’ said I.
“‘Not even in the engagement days when he was making love?’ she insisted.
“‘Not even then,’ I answered, bewildered.
“‘He couldn’t have been much of a lover,’ she remarked.”
Murray laughed and explained the situation to his wife. But Murray would have been better pleased if the two women had not met, for he had no desire to have this case perpetually present in the more intimate associations of life. However, he had to make the best of it, even when he was invited to the wedding, to which his wife insisted that he should go. She had discovered that the bride was related to an intimate friend of her own girlhood days, and the bride further showed flattering gratification in this discovery. She was especially gracious to Murray.