“What can this fellow have come for?” he asked himself.
Bernardo greeted Roberto and began crossing the studio from one side to the other.
“You’ve come rather early. Anything the matter?” asked Hasting.
“My boy,” muttered Santín, coming to a sudden stop, “I’ve got serious news for you.”
“What’s up?”
“I’m getting married.”
“You getting married!”
“Yes.”
“To whom?”
“To whom do you suppose? A woman, of course.”