"I know Miss Dorothy is an orphan; I know, too, that you are her only brother. You understand that I mean to ask her to marry me, if I can have the chance. I couldn't do it—on paper. If you approve the match—and I think you do or you wouldn't have planned quite so cleverly last July—"
"What?"
"You brought about that meeting, you know," said Waldron, smiling, with such a penetrating look that Julius felt it go past all defenses.
"How do you know I did?"
"By a certain peculiar twist to your left eyebrow when that train came in from the wrong direction. You forget that I went to school with you. I have seen that twist before; it meant only one thing."
"Well, I'll be—see here, it was after dark when that train—"
"The hotel hand had a lantern. You unwisely allowed its rays to strike your face."
Julius burst into a smothered laugh. "Well, you're a good one!"
"I'm glad you think so—since I'm asking of you this thing you so dislike to do."
"I don't dislike it; I'm delighted to have the chance. I'll have her on that train if I have to blindfold her."