Fifteen minutes afterward he re-entered the room with a radiant face.
“Have you heard good news?” asked Phil.
Mr. Wilbur nodded emphatically and whispered, for there were two others in waiting:
“It's all right. I am to marry her.”
“Did the fortune-teller say so?”
“Yes.”
“Did she give her name?”
“No, but she described her so that I knew her at once.”
“Will it be soon?” asked Phil slyly.
“Not till I am twenty-four,” answered Mr. Wilbur soberly. “But perhaps she may be mistaken about that. Perhaps she thought I was older than I am.”