“Oh! Is it?” he protested.
“Yes, and I now vow, swear, and declare that I will never even think of being happy myself till I can see Myra herself again; so now you know what to expect.”
“Oh, very well,” he said with a dissatisfied look. “But look here, Edie, if I don’t turn up some day you’ll know what it means.”
“That you will be found at your chambers with a pistol in your hand?” said Edie contemptuously.
“Do you think I should be such an idiot?” he cried indignantly.
The look she gave him made peace, and at last Guest rose to go, looking very thoughtful.
“Yes!” cried Edie, watching him merrily.
“I didn’t know I spoke,” he said, “but I was thinking that the way to put matters straight again would be to bring them together somehow.”
“Oh, indeed!” said Edie sarcastically; but Guest was too intent upon his thoughts to notice her manner, and he went on dreamily:
“Of course, Stratton could not come here now.”