"That is the Scottish for fox, and you are not foxy."
"Never mind, mother," cried Charity, whose eyes were dancing with delight, "the name of Tod suits him, and Toddy is the name of a Scottish drink."
"Come now; come now," protested Tod, "when I am so sober."
"You ought to be drunk with happiness," said Haskins, laughing.
"Perhaps the poor dear needs food," said Mrs. Pelham Odin, leading the way to the dining-room, "let us see what the cook has done in the way of supper."
"My marriage feast," giggled Tod, taking his seat. "You'll be best man, of course, Jerry."
"We can talk of these things later," said Mrs. Pelham Odin hurriedly, "in consequence of my age, I think the marriage will have to be a very quiet one."
"Yes," nodded Charity; "I don't want Lady Euphemia to forbid the banns."
"As if she could," cried Macandrew, in the highest spirits.
It was a very merry supper, and Mrs. Pelham Odin drank the health of the future bride and bridegroom in foaming champagne. Also she winked in rather an undignified way at Gerald to intimate that she included himself and Mavis in the toast. Then she related various stage experiences connected with her own marriage, and eulogized the late Mr. Pelham Odin.