"Easy, Henry," said the elegant bank-clerk, Wilson, looking gravely about through his spectacles. "I commend the courage and the resolution of Mr. Rodemaker. I pray the lady may not
'Mislike him for his complexion,
The shadowed livery of the burning sun.'"
"Shakespeare," said Adams, at a venture.
Wilson turned to Rob. "Brother in adversity, when do you embark another Jason on an untried sea?"
"Hay!" said Rob, winking at Seagraves. "Oh, I go to-night—night train."
"And return?"
"Ten days from date."
"I'll wager a wedding supper he brings a blonde," said Wilson, in his clean-cut, languid speech compelling attention.
"Oh, come, now, Wilson; that's too thin! We all know that rule about dark marryin' light."