He took the receiver.
"This is Covington," he said. "Miss Stockton and I are to be married to-morrow. Get that?… Well, keep hold of it, because the moment I 'm her husband—"
Following an oath at the other end, Monte heard the click of the receiver as it was snapped up.
"That settles it very nicely," he smiled.
CHAPTER IX
BLUE AND GOLD
Marjory was to be married on June eighteenth, at eleven o'clock, in the chapel of the English Congregational Church. At ten o'clock of that day she was in her room before the mirror, trying to account for her heightened color. Marie had just left her in despair and bewilderment, after trying to make her look as bridelike as possible when she did not wish to look bridelike. Marie had wished to do her hair in some absurd new fashion for the occasion.
"But, Marie," she had explained, "nothing is to be changed. Therefore why should I change my appearance?"
"Mademoiselle to be a bride—and nothing changed?" Marie had cried.