After a moment passed in silent thought, he breaks out with irrepressible enthusiasm:
"Reine, you are a trump!" whereat both the young people laugh with contagious merriment.
"Where are you staying, Vane?" Mr. Langton queries.
"At the Haven of Rest. I wished to change my quarters to the Sea View Hotel, but this imperious little lady here forbids me," he replies.
The keen little old eyes turn curiously on the crimsoning face of the girl.
"Why should you do that?" he asks, and stammering some incoherent excuse Reine flies from the room.
Then Vane rather ruefully explains the reason. To tell the truth he begins to feel ashamed of himself, the more so that Mr. Langton applauds Reine's determination.
"I am proud of her," he declared. "I was vexed at first. I thought she meant to follow you and plead her own case. Now I cannot help but glory in her nobility and her reasonable pride. She has the head of a Solomon on her young shoulders. If you were not blind, Vane, you could not fail to see what an adorable girl you have married."
"She is different from what I thought, certainly," Vane admits, gravely.