“What does this mean? What am I doing, lying down in my dress suit?” he demanded, “and it is broad day.”
“It means that you have kept me up all night lying for you,” whispered Marrion.
“The devil you say! have I had too much?”
Cherokee had gone from the room with the stain of wild roses on her cheek, for she had at last understood the situation, and its terrible significance.
“I will leave you now, old boy, and I hope this will not occur again. You have an angel for a wife.”
“Thank you, Latham, stay for breakfast with us.”
“No, I have an appointment early this morning.”
At the door he turned and called to Milburn:
“Oh, Milburn, when you have the headache again, there is one thing you must not forget.”
“What’s that?”