"No," Millar replied with a smile.
"I want to tell you why," Karl declared.
"Please don't," Millar said deprecatingly.
"Yes, I will," Karl went on belligerently. "I am amazed at the change which has come over you since this afternoon. Don't imagine that it is on account of Olga—we won't discuss her at all."
"Certainly not; she is out of the question," Millar assented warmly.
"Absolutely," Karl went on. "I came here this evening determined to ask Elsa to marry me."
"Fine! I am very glad to hear it. I wish you good luck, my boy!" Millar cried with enthusiasm.
"You are glad?"
"Delighted," Millar assured him.
"It does not take you long to change your mind," Karl continued, still with a truculent air. "This afternoon you insisted I should not marry Elsa. To-night you are delighted at the prospect."