"Yes, Jimmy."
"We'll get married to-morrow."
"Yes, Jimmy."
"You are my mate!"
"Yes, Jimmy."
"All right, then," said Hamilton Beamish.
George came to life like a clockwork toy.
"Hamilton, I congratulate you!"
"Thanks, thanks."
Mr. Beamish spoke a little dazedly. He blinked. Already the ferment had begun to subside, and Beamish the cave-man was fast giving place to Beamish of the Booklets. He was dimly conscious of having expressed himself a little too warmly and in language which in a calmer moment he would never have selected. Then he caught the girl's eyes, fixed on him adoringly, and he had no regrets.