Rad still stared confusedly from her to Terry and me.
"Well!" Polly sighed. "If you did mean it, then I suppose I'll have to ask you. Will you marry me, Radnor?"
I laid a hand on Terry's arm and backed him, much against his will, into the corridor.
"Jove! You don't suppose he's going to refuse her?" he inquired in a stage whisper.
"No such luck," I laughed.
We took a couple of turns up and down the corridor and cautiously presented ourselves in the doorway. Polly was telling, between laughing and crying, the story of Mose's discovery. Radnor came to meet us, his left arm still around Polly, his right hand extended to Terry.
"Will you shake hands, Patten?" he asked. "I'm afraid I wasn't very decent, but you know—"
"Oh, that's no matter," said Terry, easily. "I wasn't holding it up against you. But I hope you realize, Gaylord, that it's owing to me you've won Miss Mathers. She never would have got up the courage to ask you, if—"
"Yes, I should!" flashed Polly. "I wanted him too much ever to let him slip through my fingers again."