"Not yet, sir."
Archie was blushing deeply, being an ingenuous youth, and unused to such public compliments.
"I'll bet," whispered Toby, looking at him gravely, "that you'll have something to say to me to-night over a pipe."
"Do you think so?" faltered Archie, toying with his glass.
"I speak," said Clendon fils, "I speak from experience, having proposed and been accepted."
"I can do the first, but what about the second?"
"Faint heart," remarked Toby, judiciously, "never won fair lady."
"Then I'll take your advice this very night," said Archie, desperately.
"I am," remarked Toby, as he lifted his glass, "a prophet in a small way. Old boy, your hand. To the health of our double marriage--and no heeltaps."
Archie finished his glass.