"Yes, she's my wife fast enough."
"Did you marry her in California?"
"Yes."
"When did you get back?"
"Yesterday."
"What sent you there?"
"Mr. Lancaster was there; he telegraphed for me; she is his daughter."
Captain White took his pipe from his mouth, uttered a low, significant whistle, and measured Justin with a penetrating glance, but he asked no more questions, not being one to pry into another man's secrets.
"Your mother seems a trifle put out," he observed, after a time.
"Naturally she would be," replied Justin, significantly.