“Taking modern marriage as a basis—” said Mr. Pierce.
“Oh,” laughed Dorothy, “there’s no doubt they are a pair, and I’m very proud of it, because I did it.”
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!” crowed Ray.
“I did,” said Dorothy, “and my own husband is not the one to cast reflection on my statement.”
“He’s the only one who dares,” said Ogden.
“Well, I did. Leonore would never have cared for such a silent, serious man if I hadn’t shown her that other women did, and—”
“Nonsense,” laughed Ogden. “It was Podds did it. Dynamite is famous for the uncertainty of the direction in which it will expend its force, and in this case it blew in a circle, and carried Leonore’s heart clear from Newport to Peter.”
“Or, to put it scientifically,” said Lispenard, “along the line of least resistance.”
“It seems to me that Peter was the one who did it,” said Le Grand. “But of course, as a bachelor, I can’t expect my opinion to be accepted.”
“No,” said Dorothy. “He nearly spoiled it by cheapening himself. No girl will think a man is worth much who lets her tramp on him.”