“Why, the rottenness of this set right here in my house.” And as the host began to see that he should have to approach a woman’s name in speaking, he stopped short, his mouth wide open, and Dan thought he had been drinking.
“You are talking of marrying Lily,” Gordon got out.
“I am going to marry her.”
“You mustn’t.”
Blair got up out of his chair. It didn’t need this attack of Galorey’s to bring to his mind hints that had been dropped that Galorey was in love with the Duchess of Breakwater. It illuminated what Galorey was saying fast and incoherently.
“I mean to say, my dear chap, that you mustn’t marry the Duchess of Breakwater. Look at most of these European marriages. They all go to smash. She is older than you are and she has lived her life. You are much too young.”
“Hold up, Galorey; you mustn’t go on, you know. You know I am engaged; that’s all there is about it. Now, let’s go and have a game of pool.”
Galorey had not worked himself up to this pitch to break off now at a fatal point.
“I’m responsible for this, and by gad, Dan, I’m going to put you on your guard.”
“You are responsible for nothing, Galorey, and I warn you to drop it.”