"Augustin, silence that boy," said Titania.
But Augustin shook his head.
"Don't you answer anything, Pen," said Bob. "No one has any right to ask you anything."
He marched over to Gordon.
"Don't look so sad, Mr. Gordon."
"I can't help it, my boy," said Gordon. "It's a horrid situation. I don't care whether it's adopted or not. If she'll marry me, I'll have her."
Bob squeezed his hand.
"I ain't absolutely sure it isn't you yet," he said. "Pen hasn't told me all, you know. By the way, Mr. Gordon, did that speculation come off?"
"Not so well as I thought by ten thousand," said Gordon.
"Oh, I say," said Bob, "but, after all, it doesn't matter. I'll make fifty or sixty thousand do."