“I—I hardly know what to say,” he stammered.
“Say nothing. The tangle will straighten out in time. We’re going to win through all right, so let us forget the San Juan affair till it overtakes us. You ain’t going to switch off from Nina on to Madge, I guess, so you and I won’t quarrel, and the other kinks in the chain will sort themselves if we all go easy.”
“Tell me this. What was the cause of the marriage?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Each word was a crescendo of astonishment.
“No. What business is it of mine, anyhow?”
“But you yourself have told me that you mean to marry Madge.”
“Sure as death.”
“Yet—”