"Keep cool, old man," said the bridegroom, with his quiet gaze on Fannie. Her eyes opened, and he withdrew his hand.
At seven that evening Ravenel, sitting in his sleeping-car seat, gave March his hand for good-by.
"Yes," said John, "and if the nurse I've got her isn't tip-top—George! I'll find one that is!"
"I'll trust you for that, John."
But John frowned. "What right have you got to trust me this way at all?"
"Because, old man, this time you're in love with another girl."
"No, sir! No, sir!" said March, backing away as the train began to move. "Don't you fool yourself with that notion."
"I shan't," drawled the departing traveler.