Certainly it was well that Mrs. Horace P. Curtis had partaken of a tonic in the shape of a highball.
"Well!" she gasped.
For once she was practically speechless, but she gave the astounded Devar a pitiless glance which said plainly:
"Wait till I get my breath, young man, and I'll take some of the cocksureness out of you!"
Steingall soon gathered his scattered wits.
"Are you really speaking seriously, Mr. Curtis?" he asked.
"Quite seriously."
"Was this marriage an arranged affair?"
"Oh, yes. The marriage itself was prearranged."
"Candidly, I don't understand you."