"I'll let you know Monday," came the quiet answer, with the quiet smile.
"But 'pon my word!" protested the great Englishman.
Pearl curled up in her chair again and began blowing smoke rings.
"He is an English duke," said Sir Charles angrily.
Pearl seemed intensely occupied watching the gray halo that was floating above her head.
"Do you realize what it means to marry a peer of England?" came again in a louder tone.
The corners of the girl's mouth turned up, just a trifle.
"Do you consider whom you are keeping waiting?" demanded the lawyer solemnly.
Pearl smiled.