“She blushed like anything.”
“Did she? Man she is going to marry, probably.”
“Oh, that can’t be!”
“The lady looks marriageable to me,” observed Anthony, strolling away.
He ran into Cathcart.
“Say, who was that fellow, Tony?” began Stevens.
“Don’t ask me.”
“He looked confoundedly as if he meant to embrace her on the spot.”
“So he did,” agreed Anthony soothingly. “Don’t blame him, do you? He may not have seen her for a month. What condition do you suppose you’d be in if a week should get away from you out of her vicinity?”
“Bother you, Tony—don’t you know who he was?”