“And with what particular divinity?”
“With Mrs. Lehmyl.”
“So?”
“Yes, sir. And—and what do you suppose? She and I are going to be married.”
“What?” cried Hetzel.
“Yes; we are engaged, betrothed. We are going to be married.”
“Engaged? Betrothed? Married? You? Nonsense!”
“Nothing of the kind. Our wedding day is fixed for the 25th of next month.”
“Oh, come, be rational.”
“I am rational. Why should I jest about it?”