It came out in a stream while his black eyebrows kept jerking up and down and his eyes glowed from under them like burning coals.
"That is youth," I reflected and suppressed a sigh. I should have liked to borrow those eyes of his for twenty-four hours and everything else that went with them.
"You don't ask about my bride?" I ventured.
He laughed very loud. "Uncle, uncle, uncle! A pretty business! You marrying? You marrying? And I sending off the sky rockets! Hurrah!"
And still laughing he ran out of the room.
I finished my cigar, much depressed. Afterwards, I thought, I would go on a round of inspection through the renovated rooms.
In front of the bedroom door my sister caught me just as she was having her luggage carried away.
"No admission here," she said. "This is to be a surprise to both of you."
Both of us?
Silly!