"There's not much information in that," said Marsh cheerily. "Well, what's the secret sorrow? Out with it!"
"There's nothing wrong," said DeLancy quietly. He began to whistle, staring at the floor.
"Oh, very well," said Marsh in an offended tone.
They sat, watching him, for quite a moment, in silence. Finally DeLancy spoke, slowly and monotonously:
"I have made up my mind to a serious decision!"
Again they waited without questioning him, while he frowned and seemed to choose his words.
"You will think I have gone out of my head, I suppose. Well—I am going to be married—to-night—at eleven."
"Louise Varney?" said Marsh, jumping up, while Granning and Bojo stared at each other blankly.
"Yes."