Then Bernard said: "Miss Joyce, I have taken the liberty to bring you a little present from London."
"'Doris,' please," she answered.
"Very well then, Doris. It is a bracelet, a little affair of turquoises and pearls, to commemorate our meeting and in the hope that you will always be a good girl and love your brother-in-law."
"Oh, Commander Carey!"
"'Bernard,' please!"
"Well then, Bernard, how sweet of you!"
Poor Doris, and Marjorie too, were not in the way of getting many presents. Upjelly saw to that!
My brother put his hand in his pocket, and then into another pocket, finally into a third. He hesitated, he stammered, and looked positively frightened. It was the first and last time I ever saw the old sport thoroughly done in.
"Damn!" he said, and then grew more embarrassed still. "I am the biggest fool in the Service. I remember now I left the case on my dressing-room table at the Morstone Arms."
Poor little Doris's face fell. She could not help it. But I had a bright idea.