At this Fred started up wildly with an oath, but Granning interposed with a warning cry.
"You fool—you idiot!" cried Marsh, furiously. "Shoot yourself—cut your throat—but don't—don't do that!"
"Shut up, Roscy, that does no good!" said Bojo quickly. He seized Fred by the wrist: "Fred, honestly—you're going to marry her to-night?"
DeLancy nodded, his mouth grim.
"Oh, Fred, you don't know what you're doing!"
"Yes, I do," he said, sitting down. "It's nothing hasty. It's been coming for months. I know what I'm doing."
"But—but the other—Fred, you can't—in decency you can't—not like this."
"Shut up!" said DeLancy, wincing.
"No, no, you can't like this," said Bojo indignantly.
"By heavens, he sha'n't," said Marsh angrily. "If we have to tie him up and keep him here—he's not going to ruin two lives like this, the lunatic!"