“Get this girl out of your life at once and marry Maisie Morrison as soon as you can procure a license.”
“I think that’s very sound advice, Mel.”
“I think so, too.”
Mellenger drifted over to the piano and commenced playing very softly; the words of the song he played rang in Dan Pritchard’s mind with something of the sad poignancy of the distant tolling of church bells:
Tow-see mon-ga-lay, my dear,
You’ll leave me some day, I fear,
Sailing home across the sea
To blue-eyed girl in Melikee.
If you stay, I love you true,
If you leave me—no can do!