Larry could hardly wait till she had given her car into the chauffeur's charge. They found Dr. Brown and the Colonel in the study smoking.
“Dr. Brown,” said Larry, in a quick, almost peremptory voice, “may I see you for a moment or two in your office?”
“Why, what's up? Not feeling well?” said Dr. Brown, while the others looked anxiously at him.
“Oh, I am fit enough,” said Larry impatiently, “but I must see you.”
“I am sure there is something wrong,” said Jane, “he has been acting so queer this evening. He is so abrupt. Is that the military manner?”
“Perhaps so,” said the Colonel. “Nice chap, Larry—hard worker—good soldier—awfully keen in his work—making good too—best officer I've got. Tell you a secret, Jane—expect promotion for him any time now.”
Meantime Larry was facing Dr. Brown in his office. “Doctor,” he said, “I want to marry Jane.”
“Good heavens, when did this strike you?”
“This evening. I want to marry her right away.”
“Right away? When?”