"What is it?"
"Mrs. King."
"Oh! yes; that's so. When's the wedding going to be?"
He glared at Wyeth a second, and then exclaimed doggedly: "I'm not going to marry. I wouldn't marry the best woman in the world."
"From what you have told me, it seems that you did marry the worst," laughed the other.
"I'll stay single henceforth, and be safe," he growled, and busied himself through some papers.
"Stay single, eh! And let the nice lady go without a husband. It's incredible that you can be so regardless!"
"I do not care to discuss marrying today," he muttered. "I've something better. It's a business proposition."
"Oh, I see. What is it this time? Going to buy the First National Bank or the Southern Railway?"
"Oh, you needn't try to kid me. Besides I have not asked you to come in, though if you did, you could pick up some big, quick money, if you were of a mind to be serious."