“Miss Horatia Bluett.”
“You are going to fight Miss Bluett!” I exclaimed, with a laugh.
“Not yet. I am going to marry her.”
“Marry her?”
“Yes! a treasure of a woman, well acquainted with business matters, holding a splendid commission—”
“My compliments, Mr. Ephrinell! You can count on me—”
“And probably on M. Caterna?”
“He would like nothing better, and if there is a wedding breakfast he will sing at your dessert—”
“As much as he pleases,” replied the American. “And now for Miss Bluett’s witnesses.”
“Quite so.”