"Besides," she added, "didn't you know that he was about to marry Charlotte Beecher?"
"Oh, ho, so that's how the wind blows?"
Pryor, standing in front of Janet's house, gave the curb a sharp whack with his cane.
"That marriage has no place in the scheme of your deus ex machina," he said, with a quizzical frown. "We'll have to take it out on Burley—give the devil an extra twist of the tail to relieve our feelings."
"Yes, when you catch him. Meanwhile, what am I to do about him?"
"Forget him, forget him serenely for half a dozen weeks or so. Then you'll hear from him again."
"Hear from him again," she said, with a shade of alarm.
"Not from him in person," corrected Pryor, straightening up till he looked like a hickory stick. "About him, through me. Good news for us, bad news for him. Until then good-bye."
PART V
HEARTS AND TREASURES