“Good Lord!”
“Well?”
“Good gracious!”
“What is it?” demanded the professor in an agony.
Mr. Brewster sat down again with a thud.
“She’s married!”
“Married!”
“Married! To an Englishman!”
“Bless my soul!”
“She says,” proceeded Mr. Brewster, referring to the letter again, “that they were both so much in love that they simply had to slip off and get married, and she hopes I won’t be cross. Cross!” gasped Mr. Brewster, gazing wildly at his friend.